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gives additional interest to the story. brought from Holland, having latticed The lines which follow were written on windows and gable fronts, surmounted the occasion of her lover's tragical fate, with weathercocks. and, as they are from the pen of Mr. « In that same village and in one of Moore, our readers will, we are sure, these very houses, (which, to tell the feel pleasure in perusing them.
precise truth, was sadly time worn and Oh! breathe not his name, let it rest in the shade
weather beaten,) there lived many years Where cold and unhonor'd his relics are laid, since, while the ovuntry was yet a province Sad, silent, and dark be the tears that we shed, of Great Britain, a simple good-named As the night dew that falls on the grave o'er his head.
fellow of the ware of Rip Van Winkle." But the night dew that falls, tho' in silence it Here follows a most bumourous and weeps,
(sleeps, Shall long dew the turf on the grave where he
entertaining account of the miseries And the tear that we shed, tho in silence it rolls, which the poor mani endured under the Shall long keep his minory green in onr souls
government of a termagant wife. Such We now pass from this melancholy was the tartness of her temper, and such story to one of a laughter moving nature. her love of rule, that honest Rip's home The tale of Rip Van Winkle, for humour became any thing but agreeable to hiin, and pleasantry, has rarely been equalled, and he was forced to betake hinsell, and, we sincerely regret that its length when driven from its shelter, to the vilhas obliged us to omit altogether, many lage inn, where the sages, philosophers, of its most entertaining parts. We are and all the idlers of the neighbourhovda quite aware how much the facetious were wont to assemble and regale them legend will loose by being thus mutilated, selves on a bench 'before the door, over but, we are anxious, if possible, to afford which hung " the rubicımd portrait of to our readers as great a variety of ex his majesty George the Thira." Here tracts from the works of this very popular · Rip would lounge for the length of a author, as may give them a just impres- summer's day, listening to the village sion of the various powers of his pen. gossip, and attending, “ with open
“ Whoever has made a voyage up the mouthed attention," to " Jong stories, Hudson must remember the Kaaiskill that ended in nothing."
At times a mountains. They are a dismembered chance traveller enlivened the debates of branch of the great Appalachian family, the sleepy club with thie contents of an. and are seen away to the west of the old newspaper, which was generally read river, swelling up to a noble height for the edification and amusement of the and lording it over the surrounding company by a dapper, pedantic little country. Every change of season, every man named Diedrich Van Brummel, the change of weather, indeed every hour of village schoolimaster; 'but alas! this the day, produces some change in the peaceful retreat was no longer a safe magical hues aud shapes of these moun- refuge for the persecuted and much tails, and they are regarded by all the enduring man. Dame Van Winkle's goodwives, far and near, as perfect sluill voice broke in upon the last sojourn barometers. When the weather is fair of her persecuted spouse, and he was and settled, they are clothed in blue and driven for ever from its sleepy seclusion. purple, and print their bold outlines on As a last resource, poor Rip was driven, the clear, evening sky; but sometimes, to the expedient of taking up his fowiwhen the rest of the landscape is cload- ing-piece, and wandering to the mouwless, they will gather a hood of grey tains, followed by his dog, there to in. vapours about their summits, which in dulge in the harmless pastime of squirre) the last rays of the setting sun will glow shooting; which led to the following most and light up like a crown of glory. marvellous and whimsical adventure.
« At the foot of these fairy mountains, * In a long ramble of this kind on a fine the voyager may have descried the light autumnal day, Rip had unconsciously smoke curling up from a village, whose scrambled to one of the highest parts of shingle-roofs gleam among the trees just the Kaatskill mountains. He was after where the blue tints of the upland inelt his favourite sport of squirrel shooting, away into the fresh green of the nearest and the still solitudes had echoed and Tajidscape. It is a little village of great re-echoed with the reports of his gm, antiquity, having been founded by some Panting and fatigued; he threw himseli, of the Dutch colonists, in the early times late in the afternoon, on a green knoll, of the proviuce, just about the beginning covered with mountain herbage, that of the government of the good Peter crowned the brow of a precipice. From Stuyvesant, (may he rest in peace !) and an opening between the trees he could there were some of the houses of the overlook all the lower country for many originla settlers, standing within a few à mile of rich woodland. He saw at a year's, built of small yellow bricks distance the lordly Hudson, far, far below
him, moving on, its silent but majestic now and then heard long rolling peals, like course, with the reflection of a purple distant thunder, that seemed to issue out cloud or the sail of a lagging bark, here of a deep ravine, or rather cleft between and there sleeping on its glassy bosom, lofty rocks, toward which their rugged and at last losing itself in the blue path conducted. . He paused for an highlands,
instant, but supposing it to be the "On the other side he looked down into muttering of one of those transient thuna deep mountain glen, wild, lonely, and der showers which often take place in shagged, the bottom filled with fragments mountain heights, he proceeded. Passing from the impending cliffs, and scarcely througb the ravine, they came to a hollow, lighted by the reflected rays of the setting like a small amphitheatre, surrounded by
For some time Rip lay musing on perpendicular precipices, over the brinks this scene ;
evening was gradually of which impending trees shot their advancing ; the mountains began to branches, so that you only caught throw their long blue shadows over the glimpses of the azure sky and the bright valleys ; he saw that it would be dark evening cloud. During the whole time long before he could reach the village, Rip and his companion had faboured ou and he heaved a heavy sigh when he in silence ; for though the former mar thought of encountering the terrors of velled greatly wbat could be the object Dame Van Winkle.
of carrying a keg of liquor up this wild * “As he was about to descend, he heard mountain, yet there was something a voice from a distance hallowing, “Rip strange and incomprehensible about the Van Winkle! Rip Van Winkle!” He unknown, that inspired awe and checked looked around, but could see nothiug but familiarity. a crow winging its solitary flight across “On entering the amphitheatre, new the mountain. He though his fancy objects of wonder presented themselves. might have deceived him, and turned On a level spot in the centre was a again to descend, when he heard the same companyofodd looking personages playing cry ring through the still evening air ; at nine-pins. They were dressed in a “ Řip Van Winkle! Rip Van Winkle! quaint outlandish fashion; some wore at the same time Wolf bristled up his short doublets, others jerkins, with long back, and giving a low growl, skulked to knives in their belts, and most of them bis master's side, looking fearfully down had enormous breeches, of similar style into' the glen. Rip now felt a vague with that of the guide’s. Their visages, apprehension stealing over him ;, he too, were peculiar: one had a large looked anxiously in the same direction, head, and sinall piggish eyes; the face of and perceived a strange figure slowly another seemed to consist entirely of toiling up the rocks, and bending under nose, and was surmounted by a white the weight of something he carried on sugar-loaf hat, set off with a little red his back. He was surprised to see any cock's tail. They all had beards, of human being in this lonely and un various shapes and colours. There was frequented place, but supposing it to be one who seemed to be the commander, some one of the neighbourhood in need of He was a stont old gentleman, with a his assistance, he hastened down to weather-beaten coontenance; he wore a yield it.
laced doublet, broad belt and hanger, « On nearer approach he was stil high-crowned hat and feather, red stock more surprised at the singularity of the ings, and high-heeled shoes, with roses in stranger's appearance. He was a short them. The whole group reminded Rip square-built old fellow, with thick bushy of the figures in an old Flemish painting, hair, and a grizzled beard. His dress in the parlour of Domine Van Shaick, was of the antique Dutch fashion--a the village parson, and which had been cloth jerkin strapped round the waist,- brought over from Holland at the time of several pair of breeches, the outer one of the settlement. ample volume, decorated with rows of “What seemed particularly odd to buttons down the sides, and bunches at Rip, was, that though these folks were the knees. He bore on his shoulder a evidently amusing themselves, yet they stout keg, that seemed full of liquor, and maintained the gravest faces, the most mnade signs for Rip to approach and mysterious silence, and were withal, the assist him with the load. Though rather most malancholy party of pleasure he shy and distrustful of this new acquaint. had ever witnessed. Nothing interrupted ance, Rip complied with his usual the stillness of the scene, but the noise alacrity, and mutually relieving each of the balls, wbich, whenever they were other, they clambered up a narrow gully, rolled, echoed along the mountains like apparently the dry bed of a mountain rumbling peals of thunder. torrent. As they ascended, Rip every “ As Rip and his companion ap
proached then, they 'suddenly desisted stant recurrence of this gesture induced from their play, aud stared at him with Rip, involuntarily, to do the same,', such fixed statne-like gaze, and such when to his astonishment, he found bis strange, uncuuth, lack-lustre counte beard had grown a foot long ! nances, that his heart turned within him, “He had now entered the skirts of and his kners smote together. His com the village. A troop of straure children panion now emptied the contents of the ran at his heels, hooling after hini, and keg into large flagons, and made sigus pointing at his grey beard. The dogs, 10 him to wait upon the company. Hle, tou, not one of which he recoguised ubeyed' with fear and trembling; they for an old acquaintance, barked at hini quaffed the liquor in profound silence; as he passed. The very village was and then returned to their game.
altered : it was large and inore populous. * By degrees, Rip's awe and appre. There were rows of bouses which he had hension subsided. He even ventured, never seen before, and those which had wher' no eye was fixed upon him, tu taste been his familiar haunts had disappeared. the beverage, which he found had much Strange rames were over the doors of the favour of excellent Hollands. He strange faces at the windows-every: was naturally a thirsty soul, and was thing was strange. His mind now sissoon teinpted to repeat the draught, gave him; he began to doubı whether One taste provoked another, and he re both he and the world around hims were iterated his visits to the flagon so vien,, not bewitched.”. that at length his senses were overpow. Honest Rip, haviog looked in vain. ered, his eyes swam in his head, his head his wife and dog, and finding his home gradually declined, and he fell into a roofiess and desertéd, tuns his steps to ; deep sleep.
his former resort, the viliage im; but “On waking, he found himself on the here every thing was changed; the wingreen knoll from whence he had first dows were brokes, and stufied with olu seen the old man of the glen. He rubbed bats; a tall pole, with a thing like a red his eyes--it was a bright suuny morning. night-cap on the top, supplied the place The birds were hopping and twittering of the venerable tree beneath whose among the bushes, and the eagle was shade he was wont to sit, and wbile away wheeling aloft, and breasting the pure the drowsy hours : the portrait of King mountain breeze. “Surely,” thought George was changed, by a few dashes of Rip, “I have not slept here all night.” the painter's brusii, into the grim visage He recalled the occurrences before he of GENERAL WASHINGTON, and a fell asleep. The strange man with a crowd of busy, disputatious persons filled keg of liquor—the mountain ravine- the places of his quiet cronies: he looked the wild retreat among the rocks-the in their faces, bat every visage was new woe-begone party at nine-pins - the to Rip. Nicholas Vedder was not there, Hagon-Oh! that flagon-that wicked blowing a peaceful cloud, nor could he Hagon!” thought Rip"what excuse spy Van Brummel poring over the conshall I make to Dame Van Winkle?” tents of a woru-out newspaper; in short,
the new order of things liad completely On looking round him for his wellviled fowling piece, he discovers in its upset the old, and the quiet village of stead an old rusty firelock, and he imme. tling town, in which a coutested election
Winkle's nativity was turned into a busdiately suspects that the grave persous for a Member to sit in the New Congress into whose company he had so strangely
was just going on iu all the glorious fallen, having dosed him with the contents of the Hagun, made free with his bustles up to Rip, and asks him for his
spirit of Republican liberty. An orator gun, and left bim this rusty utensil in its place. He now whistled for his dog, vote; while another inquires whether he
was a Federal or a Democrat. All this but that'faithful auimal was no where to
was quite incomprehensible to the much be seen: at last he resolves to go home.
astounded man, and the only answer he “ As he approached the village, le can make is, that “he is a poor quiet met a number of people, but none whom man, a native of the place, and a loyal he knew, which somewbat surprised him, subject of the King, God bless him!” for he had thought himself acquainted These unlucky words make matters still with every one in the country round. worse with honest Van Winkle, and be Their dress, too, was of a different is about to be consigned to the horsefashion from that to which he was pond as a spy, when one of the party accustomed. They all stared at him interposes his authority, and sternly de. with equal marks of surprise, and when- mands of the intruder what business ever, they cast, their eyes upon bim, brought him there, and whom hie sought invariably stroked their chins. The con- for ?
“The poor' man humbly assured him doing mischief, at the very suggestion of that he meant no harm, but merely came which the self-important man'in the cockthere in search of some of his neighbours, ed hat retired with some precipitation. who used to keep about the tavern. At this critical moment a fresh comely
“Well, who are they, name them? woman pressed throngh the throng to get “Rip bethought himself a moment, a peep at the grey bearded man.
She and enquired, “Where's Nicholas Vedder?" had a chubby child in her arms, which,
* There was a silence for a little while, frightened at his looks, began to cry. when an old man replied, in a thin piping Hush, Rip,' cried she, hush, you little voice, “ Nicholas Vedder? why, he is dead fool, the old man won't hurt you.” The and gone these eighteen years! There name of the child, the air of the mother, was a wooden tomb-stone in the church- the tone of her voice, ali awakened a yard, that used to tell all about him, but train of recollections in his mind.“ Wha that's rotten and gone too.
is your name, my good woman ?" asked tl, « Where's Brom Dutcher?
« Judith Gardenier." “Oh! he went off to the army in the “And your father's name?" beginning of the wai--some say he was “Ah, poor man, his name was Rip killed at the storming of Stoney Point Van Winkle; it's twenty years since he others say he was drowned in a squall at went away front home with his
and the foot of Antony's Nose I don't know never has been heard of since---his dog - he never came back again.”.
came home without him ; but whether “Where's Van Brummel, the school- he shot himself, or was carried away by master?
Indians, nobody can tell. I was then but “ He went off to the wars too, was a a little girl.” great militia general," and is now in Rip had but one question more to ask; Congress.
but he put it with a faltering voice : « Rip's heart died away at hearing of “ Where's your mother?" the sad changes in his home and friends, « Oh, she too had died but a short time and finding himself thus alone in the since; she broke a blood-vessel in a fit world. Every answer puzzled him, too, of passion at a New-England pedlar." by treating of such enormous lapses of “There was a drop of comfort, at least, time, and of matters which he could not in this intelligence. The honest man understand; - congress ---Stoney could contain himself no longer. He Point ;--- he had no courage to ask after caught his daughter and her child in his any more friends, but cried out in despair, arms,... I am your father ?'--. cried he... * Does no body here know Rip Van Young Rip Van Winkle once---old Rip Winkle?'
Van Wikle row !" “O, Rip Van Winkle! exclaimeci two Rip, having now completely estaor three.---'Oh, to be sure !--that's Ripblished his identity, is taken to his Van Winkle, yonder, leaning against the daughter's house, where he soon falls tree!”
into his old habits, and, freed from his “Rip looked, and beheld a precise former plagues, ke passes the rest of his counterpart of himself, as he went up the life in undisturbed felicity. The facemountain; apparently as lazy, and cer- tious legend is thus wound up: tainly as vagged. The poor fellow was “ He used to tell his story to every now completely confonoded. He doubted stranger that arrived at Mr. Doolittle's his own identity, and whether he was hotel. He was observed, at first, to himself, or another man. In the midst vary on some points every time he told of his bewilderment, the man in the it, which was doubtless owing to his cocked hat demanded who he was, and having so recently awaked. It at last what was his name?
settled down precisely to the tale I have ("God knows,'exclaimed he, at his wii's related, and not a inan, woman, or child end; I'm not myseif--I'm somebody in the neighbourhood, but; knew it by else that's me yonder 10.--that's heart. Sume always pretended to doubt somebody else, got into my shoes--I was the reality of it, and insisted that Rip myself last night, but I fell asleep on the had been out of his head, and that this mountain, and they've changed my gun, was one point on which he always every thing's changed, and I'm changed, remained fighty. The old Dutch inhaand I can't tell what's my name, or who bitants, however, almost universally gave I am !
it full cretlil. Even to this day they « The bystanders began now to look at never hear a thunder-storm of a summer each other, nod, wink significantly, and afternoon about the Kaatskill, but they say tap their fingers against their foreheads. Hendrick Hadson and his crew are at their There was a whisper, also, about securing game of nine-pinss, and it is a common the gun, and keeping the old fellow from wish of all hen-pecked husbands in the
neighbourhood, when itfe hangs heavy king's highway: he would complain of on their hands, that they might have a it to the ambassador at Naples ;_he quieting draught out of Rip Van Winkle's would make a national affair of it. The fagop.
Principessa Popkins, a fresh, motherly
dame, seemed perfectly secure in the MR. Irving recently visited Ger- protection of her husband, so omnipo
tent a man in the city. The Signorine many, and has collected materials for
Popkins, two fine bouncing girls, looked two volumes, which he entitles TALES OF A TRAVELLER.
to their brother Tom, who had taken
lessons in boxing: and as to the dandy We will gratify our readers with a copious extract from this work from himself, he swore no scaramouch of an which they will be able to form a better Italian robber would dare to meddle judgment than our own opinion will with an Englishman. The landlord supply.
shrugged his shoulders, and turned out
true other tales will follow in subsequent Milor Popkins rolled on. As the work will doubtless be popular, the palms of his hands with a
Italian grimace, and the carriage of numbers.
“ They passed through several very
suspicious places without any molesTHE ADVENTURE OF THE tation. The Miss Popkins', who were POPKINS FAMILY.
very romantic, and had learnt to draw
in water-colours, were enchanted with " It was but a few days before, that the savage scenery around; it was so the carriage of Alderman Popkins had like what they had read in Mrs.Radcliffe's driven up to the inn of Terracina. Those
romances; they should like of all things who have seen an English family carriage to make sketches. At length the car. on the Continent must have remarked riage arrived at a place where the road the sensation it produces.
It is an wound ap a long hill. Mrs. Popkins epitome of England; a little morsel of had sunk into a sleep; the young ladies the old island rolling about the world, were lost in the “ Loves of the Angels ;" Every thing about it compact, snag, and the dandy was hectoring the posti. finished, and fitting. The wheels, turn, lions from the coach-box. The alderman ing on patent axles without rattling ; got out, as he said, to stretch his legs up the body, hanging so well on its springs, hill. It was a long, winding ascent, and yielding to every motion, yet protecting obliged him every now and then to stop from every shock; the ruddy faces and blow, and wipe bis forehead, with gaping from the windows sometimes of many a pish! and phew! being rather a portly old citizen, sometimes of a
pursy and short of wind. As the carvoluminous dowager, and sometimes of riage, however, was far behind him, and a fine fresh hoyden just from boarding moved slowly under the weight of so school. And ti en the dickey's loaded many well-stuffed trunks and well-stuffed with well-dressed servants, beef-fed and travellers, he had plenty of time to walk bluff; looking down from their heights at leisure. with contempt on all the world around; "On a jetting point of rock that overprofoundly ignorant of the country and hung the road, nearly at the summit of ihe people, and devoutly certain that the hill, just where the route had began every thing not English must be wrong. to descend, he saw a solitary man seated,
“Such was the carriage of Alderman who appeared to be tending goats. Popkins, as it made its appearance at Aldermin Popkins was one of your Terracina. The courier who had pre shrewd travellers who always like to be ceded it to order horses, and who was a picking up small information along the Neapolitan, had given a magnificent road; so he thought he'd just scramble account of the riches and greatness of up to the honest man, and have a little bis master, blundering with an Italiau's talk with him by way of learning the splendour of imagination about the news and getting a lesson in Italian, alderman's titles and dignities: the host As he drew near to the peasant, he did had added his usual share of cxagge not half like his looks. He was partly ration ; so that by the time the alderman reclining on the rocks, wrapped in the drove up to the door, he was a Milor- qsual long mantle, whicli, with his Magnifico-Principe the Lord knows slouched hat, only left a part of a swarthy what!
visage, with a keen black eye, a beetle “ The alderman was advised to take brow, and a fierce noustache to be seen. au escort to Foudi and Itri, but he He had whistled several times to his dog, refused. It was as much as a man's life which was loving about the side of the was worth, kc said, to stop him on the hill. As the alderman approached, he