SULLY:

A TALE OF THE BLUE RIDGE.
LETTER III.

A total wreck; but on a sea of flowers.

A man may love Virginia, even though he keep the birthday of a Swede.

As the present tense is sometimes used, the reader can just call to mind the time at which the notes were taken from which these letters are composed. Sully's Note Book.

MILLWOOD, June 20th.

Before his day, the temple of nature was closed; but its leaved gates flew open on the golden hinges of his mind, and he stood in its interior recess. There is a cave in Augusta county, in this state, which is dark and rude, but carry a torch into it, and all becomes architectural proportion.

And lo! a fairy palace every where,

As thro' the courts and chambers we advance,
Floors of Mosaic, walls of Arabesque,
And columns bright in Hebrew splendor.

My first movement in setting out for the day was to
examine the garden plants. The ladies and friend Phil
came to the windows, and asked each other, what is he
about; but soon leaving the cultivated premises, I
plunged into some tangled thickets, which yielded but
few spoils for my herbarium. The thought now took
me, that it would be mortifying indeed to go back with-
out being able to show some fruits of my diligence.
The voice of Linnæus seemed to speak, and tell me to
when

My Dear L.-The flight of time has been remarked even by poets, who have descanted in praise of wine. It is near the close of June, and the month of May, after shedding on this valley its cornucopian munificience, has taken its departure. In the early part of that month, Phil Parker was engaged in putting up some boxes for his birds. Upon being asked if the trees were not sufficient to allure those speckled crea-proceed, tures, he laughed, and told me it was a contrivance set on foot by Oscar. You are hard to wake, friend Sully, continued he; and Oscar tells me he has to shake you before you will open your eyes-but as the angler says, this will be a good way to hook you.

Below and winding far away,

A narrow glade unfolded--such as spring
Broiders with flowers, and when the moon is high,
The hare delights to race in.

In this glade my herbarium became abundantly stockMy home in May was principally at Phil Parker's, ed; but unfortunately it had been reached by many and it is not my intention to return to Mountain View perplexing paths, and the huntsman after plants was for some days, because nothing cheers a man of my completely at bay. The trees intercepted Phil Parnerves like the sound of mills. If, according to Addi-ker's chimney, and as the sun was setting, nothing was son, a man may be entertained by a cascade, it is visible but the dim line of the Blue Ridge, and that at equally true that he may be entertained by the turning a great distance. What was to be done in this emerof a wheel. But let me state some miscellaneous infor-gency? I kept pulling out my watch, as often as Lord mation. Col. P. sent me a Life of Linnæus, the reading Wellington took out his at the battle of Waterloo, but of which engaged my attention for a day, and it inspired it did nothing but tick. There was a piece of blue sky in me a strong desire to become a botanist. It came above my head, but it could not speak, and it was in into my mind to ask the mother-in-law of Phil Parker vain to ask the plants to show me the way out of the if she could construct something that would serve for labyrinth. We have heard of the mistakes of a night, an herbarium. She immediately dissuaded me from be- but these were the mistakes of a day; and to increase coming a botanist, because, said she, friend Sully, you my embarrassment, the twilight had hidden all its olive are now quite abstracted, and Phil Parker complains of stains within the pavilion of darkness. But in my exyour taciturnity. But make the herbarium, said I, tremity a figure approached me with a light rustling, good lady, and you will find me conversant enough and introduced itself as the Shade of Linnæus. My about classes, orders, genera, and species. Accordingly, alarm was great, to find myself in supernatural comon a fine morning I set out with my herbarium, and on pany at such a lonely hour, but my apprehensions recurring to the memoir of Linnæus, it happened to be were quieted by an assurance on the part of the figure the anniversary of the day on which the Swedish sage that it would watch over my slumbers. At this moment was born. There seems to have been a propriety in another figure advanced, and took its place by the side of his being born on the lap of the Queen of Months, inas-the shade of the botanist, calling itself the Genius of Tomuch as he was destined to become the king of flowery pography. It told me the path back to Mountain View, realms, by extirpating errors, and reforming all the sys-and it was my purpose to go, when my attention was tems by which plants had been previously classified. arrested by a form of inimitable beauty, a vivid picture Philosophy, you know, has condemned the love of fame as the love of a mere abstraction; but is there no reality connected with its acquirement? Since being here, when admiring the feathered tribes, or looking on animals that recline in the park, or pausing awhile to catch the hum of insects, the shades of Buffon, Cuvier and Huber have stood in the sunlight of the woods. Lin-pose. In this dark forest a daughter of mine, Gertrude by næus had the organ of calculation, and for this reason might not have been an an enthusiast; but it seems to me that in all his trials, he might have drawn fresh impulses from looking down through the vista of time, to behold a being, even forlorn as Sully, keeping his birthday among the tasselled flowers of the Shenandoah.

of which has been before me ever since that memorable night. It called itself the Genius of Philanthropy, and showed an eye of the largest orb, and reached out to me a hand of incredible smoothness, whilst its ample robe seemed to move about with impatient quickness. Bewildered youth, said the object, be not tempted to re

name, is watching by the couch of a dying woman. She is holding a dim light over a bed of straw-but go not thither, keep on thy way; and instantly the figures vanished.

Having obtained directions, nothing remained but to leave the spot, and make the best of my way through the

LETTER IV.

He mounted his steed and went to the wars, and when Burgoyne surrendered, methinks he carried his sword to the wrong personage.

We know the effect of contrast. Place Arnold by the side of Washington-or a wild man in company with Sir Isaac Newton-or the pictures of Salvator Rosa and of Lorraine in the same gallery--or a meek woman wearing near her heart the key with which she longs to unlock the chest of the miser, by the side of the warrior with his sword and plume.

Sully's Note Book. SARATOGA, July 5th. My Dear L.-Friend Phil brought me to this place yesterday, but in the evening he returned. Nathaniel Nelson, Esq. is at present the proprietor of this farm; but you need not be told that formerly it was the seat of General Morgan. Morgan shone more as a soldier than as a man of letters, and in two events of the Re

woods, until fatigued by threading maze after maze, I sat down to weep over my situation. It seemed that the Peruvian mines would have been freely given for the sound of a sheep-bell, or the whine of a watch-dog. The moon now arose, but her light only served to make the wreck conspicuous, and she passed me by in provoking silence. But having come on a bend of the river at this moment, the sound of a canoe greeted my ear. Old Angler, said I, bring your canoe to the beach, and take in a stray gentleman. We now paddled about till we got into a cove, when the Angler muffled me up in a blanket coat, and urged me to take a nap. On awaking at midnight, hunger prompted me to rebuke my comrade for not having taken me to Angler's Rest. Angler's Rest, said he 'twill soon be no resting place for me. Why, what's the matter, said I, can't you work off your obligations. The debt is too large, he replied. It would have been a small matter twenty years back-volution was of remarkable service to his country. for in middle life man loves to go abroad; but you know, Squire Sully, he loves to come home in the evening. But Angler, rejoined I, you have had a taste of backwoods life. You knew Daniel Boone, did you not? What sort of a man was he? He had the largest pair of elbows, replied he, that were ever put on a man. He wore a huge knife at his side, and bustled about, being ravenous after deer. Well, but how did he treat the Indians? Tolerably cunning, replied the Angler. He would put into his rifle some shot like grains of powder, and pepper them, and then leave out the shot and give them the rifle, and when they missed him they would be sure to laugh.

By the time we reached Angler's Rest, it wanted a couple of hours to day. You must be famished, said its proprietor, for can a man feed himself on daisiesand at this he raked awhile in the ashes, and found a few sparks. A fire was soon blazing, and some sweet perch prepared, when the Angler spread a cloth on a walnut table, and we sat down to an early

meal.

All, wherever in the scale,
Have, be they high or low,-
Inherit they a sheephook or a sceptre,
A throne, or simple cork and line,
Much to be grateful for:

But about sunrise we heard something like the tramp
of horses, which threw the Angler into some trepida-
tion, lest it might be the sheriff, when on going to the
door who should come in sight but Oscar, leading my
pony, foaming as if he had been on a chase. Mass
Phil been very uneasy about you, Squire Sully, said
Oscar. Uneasy, said I, Oscar, what about? Becase
you did'nt come home last night, and he sont all over
the woods, and he say he can't put up no longer with
sich pranks. Well, then, said I, Oscar, take this her-
barium, and let's be off. What you call this here thing,
Squire Sully. Mass Phil say its gwine to seal your
ruin. Then the Angler and your Mass Phil's guest
will be in the same predicament, said I, if you know
what predicament means. Squire Sully, said Oscar,
you been all night wid de old man-you 'vise him to
work, I hope. But in a short time we galloped home,
where all were glad to see me, but none so much so as
Roberta, the daughter of Phil Parker, who had looked
for me in the greenhouse.

The people of this district sent him as their representative to Congress; but we doubt whether his skill in legislation was equal to that which he displayed in the field. He is said to have been uncouth in his manners; but the war in which he bore so signal a part, led him into much polished foreign society, so that he brought back more of the suaviter in modo than he took away.

As we approached Saratoga, we passed by some grey looking rocks covered with moss, and as we alighted, the proprietor, who is an elegant Virginian gentleman, came forward and bade us welcome. We begged, however, to be excused for a short time, as friend Phil had promised to show me the grounds. Being the anniversary of the day on which the states had declared their independence, it was suitable to employ some thoughts on the memory of a man who had contributed his share towards achieving that event. We accordingly viewed the house, which is built of stone, large and commodious, and commanding a view of the Ridge. We then went among the servants to find out the habits of the old General, but Oscar who had waited on us proved by far the most talkative oracle. In the meantime several carriages filled with ladies had arrived, and some gentlemen on horseback rode into the yard, and civility prompted me to go in and enlarge the circle of my acquaintance. But my thoughts during the day were employed principally on the drama of the revolution— an event that forms one of the best chapters in the history of the human passions. The views which foreigners entertain of it, are essentially different from those which Virginians are wont to cherish. Even men of letters abroad, whose vocation is to speculate on the destinies of our race, have often astonished me by the sentiments they have expressed about our country. They can describe the armor of Grecian chiefs or feudal lords, or comment on the eloquence of Roman senators, or canvass the republics of the middle ages, or speculate on the future prospects of New Holland or Madagascar; but the moment the map of these states is laid before them, the medium through which it is viewed becomes refracted to their jaundiced eyes. They are accustomed to speak of the revolution as they would speak of the rising of a clan, or of the famous Scottish rebellion in 1745. They compare the few battles of that war for independence, with Marengo, Austerlitz and Dresden, and find ours to be trifling in the scale of comparison. But these writers have not entered into the

greatness of those views of government by which our and Crabbe the poet, he is more to be admired than fathers were influenced. When we look at the fruitless when making his most brilliant efforts in the House of efforts of France to establish constitutional liberty- Commons. When Fenelon went into the English camp, when we see how often Scotland was defeated in the and noosed the horns of the cow which a rude soldiery redress of national grievances, and how frequently the had taken from a French peasant, and led her back, he shamrock has been steeped in blood, and how the South appears more engaging than when writing his TeleAmerican republics have been dismembered by that maque. Men mistake when they suppose that avarice liberty they struggled to secure, we may well be aston-leads to happiness, when for ages it has been wasting ished at the success which attended our efforts. Is it wonderful, that to such inflexible ancestors we should award the homage of our hearts, and especially to that chief who is likely to be the model of all future patriots? The compact of the patriots was like the rule of fellowship, and, in dividing the gain, immortal renown comes out as the portion assigned to Washington. When Lycurgus had perfected his scheme of government at Sparta, and had bound his country to alter nothing till his return, he went to consult the Delphic oracle and died. Washington completed his scheme of government and then withdrew, not to consult the oracles of superstition, but to breathe to heaven in elevated aspirations for the good of his country.

But there is another light in which this event may be viewed as affecting the associations of the people. When the millions who were engaged in the crusades came back to Europe, Europe felt a transfer to itself of Asiatic objects. When our revolution was in process, France sent her best troops to our aid. It was not simply the American people engaged in a contest for their rights, but it was Kosciusko, Pulaski, and the no- | bleman of La Grange, adding the impulses of chivalry to the stern determination of a people to be free. And as our institutions acquire stability, we invite among us the oppressed of all nations; and by the variety of character and customs thus introduced, it is probable that this event will constitute for a long time the basis of our popular literature.

But let me draw away your attention to private individual sorrow. The old Angler, it is to be feared, will soon be deprived of his home. The stern sentence of the law must be executed. Men are kind enough till you fall into their debt, and then they are transformed into wolves. Never did Sully covet wealth till this moment. Once, indeed, a poor woman fell under obligation to me; but how could I take the sheep with which her children played, and the cow by whose milk they were sustained? A release was sent her, and she walked eight miles, and being pointed out to her in the crowd, she clapped her hands in ecstacy. But no one has yet stepped forward to save Angler's Rest-nor is a rescue at all probable, for the American character is based on selfishness. Accumulation is the order of the day. Does a man serve the state?—it is often done with a view to the money. Does a man plead for innocence?'tis not till the last shilling is extorted from its hand. Does the merchant write to his correspondent in tones of kindness?-it is with an eye to pecuniary advantage. I should be disgusted with my species, were it not that the muse of history has disclosed a few redeeming spirits. Not to mention philanthropists who have penetrated to the cottage of the Poles, let me speak of men of humbler pretensions. Goldsmith would have divided his last loaf with a distressed fellow creature. When Edmund Burke opened his purse to Barry the painter,

the seeds of human bliss. Philosophy alone can teach us, that disinterestedness is sweeter than the nectar of Chios. And is it not mortifying that this selfishness leads Virginians to laugh at men of letters? It is true we pretend to be a literary people. A man of wealth will send his son to a College, where they will give him a smattering of Latin and Greek-and that son fixed on a farm for the balance of life will deem himself a great scholar. But where are his days of studious toil, and nights of laborious thought? Where are his researches into classic lore, and even his Belles Lettres information? How contracted! He has read Blair's Lectures; but allude to facts connected with the lives of a thousand poets; to the odes chanted by prophets among Hebrew vales: follow the stream of song from Chaucer and Gower down to the present time; trace the links of connection between the English and Italian mind,—and he will soon esteem you an unwelcome guest, or dogmatically decide that you are unfit for practical life.

After penning the above reflections, something impelled me to take a turn on the lawn, when after awhile Gertrude B., who remained after the company dispersed, seemed to approach me with cautious steps. This lady has qualities remarkably engaging. You see a person with flaxen hair and blue eyes, of the most simple taste and coloring when she speaks-and this is all. But her company is delightful, because her thoughts are always turning round the golden wheel of philanthropy. Indeed it has occurred to me, that were a Spanish patriot or a Polish exile to come into this valley, she might be tempted through sympathy to revive the days of romance, and listen for a lifetime to the story of their wrongs. "Friend Sully," said she, with a very sweet smile, "it has been my wish to see you alone." "And why alone, friend Gertrude,” said I. "Because,” replied she, "in our designs of good will to others, we ought to be unpretending as the violet; and true charity is like the aloe, that shows its face but once in a century. Your views and mine," continued Gertrude, "accord on some points; and by putting our heads together we may plan." "And our hearts together," rejoined I, "that we may feel for the old Angler." "Well, then, true philanthropy," said she, "is deliberate, but it is sometimes quickened to a feverish impatience; and but for the Angler this pulse would have ceased to beat." "Your obligations," said I, "are weighty, but that pony given me by Phil Parker, and a few books, constitute my earthly goods." "Nor has wealth smiled on me,” said Gertrude, "and fortune has been at war with my family; but when fortune fails, may we not try invention?" "On what expedient then," said 1, “fair lady, would you fall to redeem Angler's Rest?" "Take this diamond ring," said she, "and dispose of it. It is parted from with reluctance; but life is sweet and gratitude is a duty." After saying this, the charming Gertrude disappeared.

| island stands opposite to Angler's Rest, and is connected by its name with the life which its owner led in the west. Really, from my love to the water one might take me for a piece of a poet. It is true, the ancient pocts were a little sensitive on this element; but each of the moderns seems inclined to say, you carry Cæsar. Milton crossed the channel, and Pope used to be rowed about in his barge, whilst Thomson often set his sail on the Thames. Lord Byron spent his life in the Levant and among the islands of the Egean, and he with Shelley visited all the remarkable spots about Lake Leman, and it has been told me that each of the lake poets keeps a boat. But it is to be confessed that our voyage to the junction of Shenandoah and Potomac was not perilous, because the river is narrow, indented with islands, and in some places so shallow that it may be forded. This expedition was not planned by the Angler, but happening to mention my design of riding to the junction, he observed― Squire Sully, you had better go down in my boat. We can stretch a sail and Oscar can pull an oar. It is my wish, Angler, said I, to see all the profound places in this valley, therefore make ready your boat. We embarked accordingly from Prairee Isle. We had taken on board provisions for several days, not knowing whether we should be favored with wind and tide; but in setting out we had a breeze which bore us slowly

There is a hint thrown out in this Letter intended for Virginians. If the germ of the colony had been crushed by the foot of Pow. hatan, it never would have borne such an oak as Washington, beneath whose boughs large armies encamped. Sully's Note Book. PRAIREE ISLE, August 27. My Dear L.-Rogers was in the bay of Naples when he wrote the leading caption of this letter. He is one of my favorite authors; not from his invention or compass, but from some portion of classic power united with Italian softness. He has no dramatic talent like that displayed by Campbell in his Pennsylvania Tale, and he is lost before those steeps of philosophy which Wordsworth delights to scale. But it is impossible to regard him in any other light than that of a pleasing poet, whether we find him on English ground or amid Florentine scenery. He keeps much closer to his pic-along. We glided through several reaches and soon tures than Thomson, and often abbreviates them for the sake of vivid impression. When it is my wish to indulge in that wildness in which the imagination delights, give me the Ancient Mariner of Coleridge; but when we wish to look at the yellow Tiber, or to call at the inns of the Appenines, give me Italy, a poem which will always be relished for its descriptive power.

Let me trace a point of difference between this young country and older lands. Here we find none of the ruins of architecture. In 1607 civilized man first set his foot on this soil, and the Indian race shrunk instinctively from a light by which they were dazzled. They left to us an inheritance to which heaven had given them a title. In two centuries wealth has been lavishly expended and hospitality as lavishly indulged; opulent families have gone to decay; new empires as to space have been unfolded around us, and the distant west has been replenished; but still there are none of those ruins which draw the attention of the sentimental tourist. It is to be feared that whilst elegant literature is despised, that the forms of statuary which the Greeks drew from their mountains are held in equal contempt. There is not an arch reared to the memory of Pocahontas, and yet search the annals of Greek, Roman and Gallic story, and we search in vain for a parallel to this extraordinary princess. Lady Jane Grey was blessed with the lights of education and she had drawn fortitude from the pages of Pluto, nor was Joan of Arc trained in the wigwam of the savage. But let me forbear and open wide my heart, that hope may expel indignation, and let me indulge the pleasing, though it may be romantic dream, that Virginia may one day awake to the obligations under which she lies to this untutored child of the forest.

The Angler and I have been on a water excursion down the Shenandoah; but we have got safely back to the island from which this letter is dated. The

came in sight of the ford which Gertrude B. was attempting to cross on the day of the accident. Angler, said I, this is the spot-let's put up a water mark. That, rejoined he, would be paying too dear for the whistle. Slack sail, said the Angler, for here we may catch perch. Why, Angler, said I, at this rate we shall take a moon to make our voyage, but he heeded me not and soon caught a fine mess of fish. We then went on an island, where Oscar kindled a fire and we made a hearty meal. After launching the boat again, Oscar, who had been silent for some time, observed— Squire Sully, which way we guine to; sometimes Angler stay away two weeks, and Mass Phil ill git very unpatient. Your Mass Phil, Oscar, knew the Angler's ways, and he must put up with them till my return. But, Squire Sully, what you guine to see. Nothing, said I, but this river meeting another just like it. Why, Squire Sully, Oscar been there many a time-it hant worth seein-he scribe it to you. Thank you, said I, Oscar, philosophers like to see marvellous sights; but we had come by this time close to the mineral springs of Shannondale, which stood directly on the bank of the river, and it was the height of the season. We saw some ladies in a canoe fishing, and William Wirt, Esq. coming down to the water's edge. Counsellor Wirt, said I, would you like to go with Squire Sully to the junction of this river. I would, replied he, in the morning, but let us not be romantic at the expense of health. We accordingly moored our boat for the night, in which our pilot slept. We arranged every thing over night for our setting out next morning; but when about retiring Oscar came to my apartment for my boots, when it was clear he wished to say a word or so. Squire Sully, said he, has your honorship any great objections to Oscar's stayin here till you comes back. Chinks plenty here; Ise made two dollars. Why, Oscar, said I, your Mass

Phil told me that you could show me all this river. | ciently celestial to wake the people from the drowsiness Your graphic talent is immense, and without you as which avarice inspires. But my hand is too feeble, my cicerone it will be in my power to give but a lame and we are not displeased that another should perform account of our voyage. Hah, said Oscar, Ide no leave the task, provided he would immediately appear. One you; but Squire Wirt know most as much 'bout it reason of our high appreciation of William Wirt is, as Oscar-and what dat you call me, Squire Sully, that at a period darker than the present, he made an kikerone? Dats de very ting dey call Squire Wirt. honest effort to inspire the people of this state with an Well, said I, Oscar, we shall be glad to have Cicero in admiration for letters. He was not a native of Virgithe boat, for he was a great man among the Romans. nia, but when he was a young man, he settled in the So shut the door and good night. beautiful county of Orange. He called no man his patron; but by the force of those talents with which he was endowed, he found his way to the circles of affluence and to places of power. He seems to have inspired his family with a love for the same elegant pursuits to which a portion of his own time was given. The last week of his life was written by one of his daughters, a record which, with a few corrections, would have been worthy the pen of Tacitus.

While at the confluence of the rivers, we saw from our boat a gentleman who appeared to be marking out the line of a canal. It was General M. He is not a man of commanding stature, but of genteel demeanor, with hair thinly scattered over his head. In beginning life he had the advantage of a name, being connected with the patriot who fell at the battle of Princeton. Few men ever commenced the world with more sanguine hopes. He went to England, and visited Strat-` ford on Avon, and the towns generally that lie along the canal of the Duke of Bridgwater. His conversation is

The next morning was magnificent, and Counsellor Wirt appeared to be in his element; and as we sailed along, he would often trace analogies between the Blue Ridge and the Swiss scenery. He had a winning way in his descriptions, and the partial improvement which had taken place in his health, added much to his affability. But after coasting along for awhile, we came in sight of some rapids. They looked fanciful; but the thought how we were to get the boat down would obtrude itself. Haul the boat ashore, said the Angler. Counsellor Wirt was an athletic man, of a commanding figure, and pulling off his coat, he gave us material help in putting the boat on the other side of the Rapids. We have seen him in debate, when appearing in his forensic character before the Senate of the United States, but never did he appear so interesting as at this moment. The exertion which he made lent a fine coloring to his countenance, and his eye was sparkling in anticipation of what he was going to see. In a short time our fondest wishes were gratified, for we approach-exceedingly engaging, and his fancy ranges in descried some islands, at the foot of the mountain, lined with low cedars, and the boat glided to the confluence, when the exclamation involuntarily broke from my lips, And am I here at last. Speak low, speak low, said Counsellor Wirt, in the presence of this wonder of nature. We saw several persons on the top of a round hill using their spy-glasses, and the Angler leaped on shore and borrowed one, which aided us not a little in getting the cream of the sight. Counsellor, said I, could you help me by your observations, for Squire Sully never can climb the dragon-like hills which guard this treasure. This, then, said he, is the rent in the mountain, and these parapets are the pillars which stood the shock when the rent was made, and yonder is the sheet of sky that contrasts with the ruggedness below. Is there any thing wanting, Squire Sully? Nothing in the world, said I, Counsellor, except that the rent should be spanned by a bridge; then it would outstrip the Colossus of Rhodes. The writer makes no pretensions to a description of this piece of scenery. He must leave this to some poet, who may either come from trans-Atlantic lands, or arise here in some future day. And why should not Virginia produce poets? Shall we always go the same dull routine? Shall our conversation in the coming century be just what it has been in the past. We stand reproved by other countries. Does not Shiraz rebuke us as its people point to the tomb of Hafiz? Are we not reproved by the pyramids of Egypt, and by halls of learning built by the munificence of Caliphs? The walls of Bagdad and the ruins of Iona rebuke us | Pronunciation of the English Language vindicated from with a silent but pungent eloquence. Indeed, Sully is almost tempted to be so presumptuous as to seize the harp, and try whether it will not yield one ode at least, to be chanted by the muleteer as he traverses this mountain, or to convey into these dwellings sounds suffi

bing English parks, manors and castles. We heard him one evening give an outline of Hagley Park and of Shenstone's grounds. He did not thread the mazes of the rural wilderness so successfully as Dodsley; but from that conversation the impression was irresistibly planted on my mind, that General M. was better adapted to literary than to political life. His taste and habits are too refined for the atmosphere of politics—an atmosphere so disturbed by tempests as never to be spanned by the tints of the rainbow. Is not an atmosphere like this unsuited to a man who could collect the fragrance of classical histories, or of modern romance, of Spanish ballads, or Italian sonnets, and who in running his canal, has often lingered over the striking forms which nature, panoramic nature, offered to his view. But General M. under some disadvantages arising from constitutional temperament, has successfully served his country. He appeared carly in the legislature of his native state, and for twenty years has been in the grand council of the nation. And here permit me to adopt the language of Junius, and say that this eulogium has been dearly earned, for the subject of it has done several things in his public career, of which Sully cannot approve.

LANGUAGE OF ADAM AND EVE.
James Adams, S. R. E. S. in a book entitled "The

imputed Anomaly and Caprice, with an Appendix on the Dialects of Human Speech, and an Analytical Discussion of the Dialect of Scotland," seriously sets about to prove that broad Scotch was the language of Adam and Eve in Paradise.

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