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tute, and supped at its Bazaar; had yawned in its schools, and courtrooms, feasted at its botels and boarding houses, lounged in its bookstores, and flirted with the ladies. “And now,' thought I, “how odd it is that Mad. Trollope should have been dissatisfied and unhappy, and that she should have shaken off the dust of her feet, and in the agony of her heart exclaimed :
"Good Heaven! deliver me from this dire place,
Shall mark my penitence! To those of moderate expectations, and ordinary ambition, we sincerely recommend to abide in Cincinnati. T is the Florence of America for cheap living, and not the least of its attractions is, that while we may find much to interest us — many things to admire, and some to love - we may enjoy all the necessaries of life, and its luxuries, even, and draw our family and friends around us, and seem 'passing rich, with forty pounds a year.'
An M. D.
A LEGEND OF THE SENECA $.
A noble race! but they are gone,
With their old forests wide and deep,
Fields where their generations sleep.'
When din in shade those meadows lay,
And of its pleasant waters drank,
Receded from the bank ;
A sachem dwelt, Black Plume by name,
of a long line of chiefs of fame.
With sinews of the big elk strung:
In his bark cabin hung;
The Black Plume had a gentle child,
Her brow was shaded by the black,
Long tresses of her race,
Accorded with the woodland well,
Of haughty Black Plume fell,
One morning in the month of flowers,
'How lovingly the mist is twining
Its blue arms round the mountain,
On reedy pool and fountain :
The hunter for his long delay :
Shall tribute to my woodcraft pay;
The bird of victory shall bring -
Than plumage of his wing ?'
Like one of peril nigh, afraid,
Oh, go not forth in quest of game!
My mother, who hath long been dead, In visions of the midnight came, And with a warning gesture said, Rose of the Senecas, give ear!
The foe, the Chippewa, is near!' Affrighted by the dream, I woke,
And selt a wild, forehoding thrill; For, warbled on the solemn oak,
That shades our lodge, the whip-po-will. I sought, a second time, niy bed, And sleep my pillow visited :
My long-losi mother came once more, And, her thin hand uplifting, said, In accents louder than before : Rose of the Senecas, beware!
The Chippewa has left his lair ! I rose with fear oppressed: the east
Was radiant with the march of morn, And bees were busy at their feast,
In blossoms newly born.'
'Thy bodings, ominous of ill,
But think not, dreamer, to affright
Noon passed - but from his forest track
Alarm was sounded, and a band,
They buried him : the place is lone,
When spring, in green apparel clad,
To make the broad earth glad :
To deck his grave no flower looks up.
The wild bee to its cup.
W. M. C. H.
AX ALTHENTIC TALE OF THE SEA: IN TWO PARTS.
Eight bells rang merrily out along the decks of a noble corvette, as she dashed gracefully on her way through the long seas and sparkling waves of the Trades, in her course toward the Virgin Islands, whither she was bound on a cruise. A bright sky and a glorious moon were above her; while her white canvass, as it rose pile upon pile, and bellied to the soft, but constant breeze, looked like wreaths of untrodden snow on a mountain's side, in the pale and mellow light.
My watch on deck!' exclaimed the master's mate of the forecastle – a tall, raw-boned Virginian, of the old school of midshipmen — as he arose, when the first warning stroke of the bell fell on his ear, from three camp-stools, along which he had been stretching himself: it's my watch on deck. Hand me my pea-coat, Collins, and pass a chaw o' tobacco; none of your purser's allowance, 'ither. I must relieve the 'old soldier' who has been on post all the dog-watch ;' and, suiting the action to the word, he ejected a quid from his mouth, that would have shamed in size the largest paper of Lorillard's fine-cut chewing tobacco, and supplied its place with another of equal dimensions. The master's mate adjusted carefully his pea-coat, and his quid, cast a wistful eye on the pile of hammocks which lay at the foot of the steerage-ladder, waiting to be slung for the night, and, raising a foot, was about to inount to the deck, when the form of the captain's clerk, who sat quietly in a corner, perusing the last page of a French novel, caught his eye.
Come, Mr. Quills,' said he, come on deck, and spend an hour or two with me. You, who get half as much sleep again as one of our ground-tier berths, can easily afford the loss, this glorious night, without any very great sacrifice, 'ither. By-the-by, you promised to relate to me some strange adventure you met with in a merchantman, and I am now ready to listen to it. I should not be surprised, however, if it contains no more serious incident than the capsizing of the coffee-pot, some morning, and the loss of a breakfast thereby; for I never knew a person who had crossed the Atlantic in a packetship, but had seen in a watch all the 'wonders of the deep, the Psalmist tells us about — such as mountain waves, and the like, with an agreeable sprinkling of mermaids, water-spouts, and seaserpents; while we poor devils, who spend most of our lives at sea, are perfectly content to think a wave as high as my old grandmother's brick barn, quite a wonder in its way. Come along, though, any how ; you'll find me '
* At your old post, caulking it under the long-bow-chaser,' squeaked out a sucking mid., of some three month's standing, from the inner edge of the mess-table, where he was engaged in scrawling what he termed a letter to his mother, which, although but half com
pleted, was already graced with sundry and divers charts of the Black Sea, done in ink.
• Clap a stopper on your red rope, youngster,' retorted the first speaker, ‘or I'll flatten in your head-sheets for you. Uncle Sam must be d - ly troubled with his surplus revenue, to waste it upon such hard bargains as you are -- who, though you have a finger in every one's mess, muster in nobody's watch. Ah! I see you are writing to your mamma : mind and tell her, while you think of it, that the cook of the larboard mess has used for pudding-bags all the night-caps she stoved away so carefully in her dear boy's trunk, to keep its head from the cold ; and that the nasty reefers have docked the tail of the flannel night-gown she made to keep it warm in the West Indies, to make a new suit of rigging for the captain's monkey.'
'I am in a watch,' pouted the youngster ; 'I'm in Mr. Brace's watch ; and mother thought it would be cold here, in winter; and 't was sister who put in the night-gown.'
*One of her own, perhaps,' rejoined the mate, laughing: 'if SO —
I won't allow you to talk so of my mother and sister,' said the middy, bristling up : ‘I'll demand gentlemanly satisfaction of you, Sir — I will —
Oh! pray do n't, pet : but since the wind sets so, I'm off — only blessings on the dear old lady's geographical acquirements, any how. Come, Quills.' *I'll follow in a moment,' said the clerk :' where shall I find you ?'
On the top-gallant forecastle, by the fore-mast.' So saying, he mounted the ladder, and disappeared on deck. The clerk soon stowed away the book in his locker, and followed the midshipman.
The night was indeed a lovely one. The seas were sparkling gloriously in the beams of a tropical moon, whose bright rays, streaming through the rigging and spars, chequered the deck in a thousand fantastic forms of light and shade, and glancing upward from the black and polished guns, made her iron battery appear as if cast in molten silver. The constant and fresh breeze of the Trades had lulled every sail to sleep, and they towered aloft against the deep blue sky, till they looked scarcely the size of a pockethankerchief, and heaved and and struggled, like the bosom of some fair girl, as though they would burst the envious bonds that restrained their freer play. A few soft and fleecy clouds, such as are only seen in these bright regions, were chasing each other along the fields of ether, and while they had nothing threatening in their aspect, assumed a thousand ever-varying shapes, which delighted the eye, and rendered the scene less monotonous. Ever and anon, clouds of flying fish, startled by the passing ship, would rise from the bosom of the deep, and Hutter away far over the waves, with all the gayety of landbird3. And at intervals, a dolphin might be marked, tracing his way through the liquid element, with the speed of an arrow, by the long rocket-like train of phosphorescent light which followed in his wake.
"You are sentimental to-night, Mr. Tackle,' said the clerk to the master's mate, who had not perceived his approach, and was leaning