been ill and had complained of chilliness and exhaustion when leaving Richmond, therefore, that he was tempted to take some stimulant, or strong dose of narcotic, is probable. At any rate, the fact is proved that whilst in a helpless condition he fell into the hands of a band of miscreants who were on the look-out for victims, and by them was carried to an electioneering den and drugged with whisky. A Member of Congress was being elected that day, and the unfortunate poet, despite his hapless state, was dragged from poll to poll and forced to vote the ticket placed in his hand! In those days it was no unusual thing for such monstrous proceedings to take place, the superintending officials, incredible as it seems, appearing to register votes quite regardless of the condition of the person personating the voter. The election over the unfortunate and dying man was left to perish; but information of his condition having been made known, an old acquaintance had him conveyed to the Washington University Hospital. He does not appear to have ever thoroughly recovered his reason, but sank rapidly, and died on the 7th of October 1849. Mrs. Clemm, the mother of his beloved wife, and the sharer of so many of his trials, survived to a great age, dying at Baltimore on the 16th of February 1871. JOHN H. INGRAM. TALES OF IMAGINATION. THE GOLD-BUG. What ho! what ho! this fellow is dancing mad! -All in the Wrong. MANY years ago I contracted an intimacy with a Mr. William Legrand. He was of an ancient Huguenot family, and had once been wealthy; but a series of misfortunes had reduced him to want. To avoid the mortification consequent upon his disasters, he left New Orleans, the city of his forefathers, and took up his residence at Sullivan's Island, near Charleston, South Carolina. This island is a very singular one. It consists of little else than the sea sand, and is about three miles long. Its breadth at no point exceeds a quarter of a mile. It is separated from the mainland by a scarcely perceptible creek, oozing its way through a wilderness of reeds and slime, a favourite resort of the marsh-hen. The vegetation, as might be supposed, is scant, or at least dwarfish. No trees of any magnitude are to be seen. Near the western extremity, where Fort Moultrie stands, and where are some miserable frame buildings, tenanted, during summer, by the fugitives from |