"My dear Mrs. Dinah,

I take this opertunity of writing unto you, hoping these few lines may find you well. dear mrs. my heart is fasenated with your charms. dear mrs. you must pardon my boldness for sending you these few lines. oh dear mrs. I want to come pay my adresses to you. my dear mrs. I wold have come myself, but my dear I cold not see you at no convenient time. oh dear mrs. I'll try the second time. oh dear mrs. I like you very much. I think if I cold only get you for my beloved my heart wold leap for joy to contemplate on it. dont be ofended at my leter. my heart is drawn aside from all others for thee. my poor soul wishes for your love, to prevent it from doing harm.

my pen is poor, my eyes do fail,
my love to you shall never fail.

L. went on with his narration.

CÆSAR R."

“'Well,' said I, ‘Dinah, you must answer this letter.' "Oh Lordy, Mass Charley, I aint got any thing to say that would do him any good, and, any how, I should have to think awhile before I could give him my

mind.'

“Very well, then, think about it until to-morrow night, and then come to me, and I will write an answer for you.'

"At the appointed time, Dinah tapped at my door, came in, and continued, for a minute or two, in a brown, or as my good father used to say, when he noticed any thing of the kind in the servants, a black study.

“I interrupted her, by saying, 'Well Dinah, what have you thought, by this time, to say to Cæsar?' "Why I suppose I must begin by saying, How do you do Mr. R.?'

"I took the pen and wrote word for word, as she dictated, and a very good letter she made of it.

"How do you do, Mr. R.? I now take the opportunity of writing a few lines to you, hardly knowing what to say. I have said so much that I hardly think it worth my while to say any more. I thought old coals had died away, but I find they are kindling agin. I shouldn't have put myself to so much trouble to write to you, only I thought to render you a little satisfaction, I would. I haven't seen you for the last six months past, and yet we live so short a ways from each other as what we do. You mention in your letter, hopin that I am well. But I've not been well for the last four weeks past-chills and fever every other day. Your not having been to see me and me sick, gives me to believe there's not much faith in your love, though you say you love me as hard as eight horses can eat the bark off a black jack tree. But I think if we could see each other face to face, we could talk to each other better about these matters. I have turned you off seven times, but you told me you would never give it up till you die. I am sorry to see you so deep in love, and its hard to love and not be loved agin. But if I was in your place I would give it up as a bad job. I hardly know what to say. But you know you wasn't a widower two months before you come to see me, and I think where you forget one female so quick, you are liable to forget another. Therefore, I think it best my way, to keep my head out of the halter. You've told me you've laid and shed tears till twelve o'clock at

night thinking of my hardheartedness. I dont know whether I had better give you my word or not, but I suppose I had, and I think it would be taking worse for better to have you. And I say these words hoping they will drive home to your heart. I dont know what else to say, but I would rather see you and have a chat with you than to read your writing. You is a very bashful man, I know; but you always call me a very bold woman, and so, if you'll come to my residence, I'll be ready for any discourse you may please to put before me.

L. continued.

DINAH L."

"That will do very well Dinah,' said I, 'but you see I have written it on this rough piece of paper. You must let me transcribe it for you on a whole sheet, Come back in an hour, and I will give it you.'

"This promise I honestly meant to fulfil, but hardly had she left the room, when a mischievous thought crossed me, and I determined to write Cæsar, as if she had repented of her 'hardheartedness' and concluded to accept him. I did so wrote to him that she had only rejected him to test his attachment, and assigned directed it, and when she came in, persuaded her to on the next night a meeting. I then sealed the letter, give me Cæsar's letter, to pay me for my trouble. I have, as you see, preserved it, with hers, as a literary curiosity. Suspecting nothing, she took the one I had written, and sent it as directed.

"The next day, during my hunt, I asked Charles if he was as sly as he used to be before I went to college; and then told him Cæsar is coming to-night to court Dinah. You must hide under the kitchen window, and tell me what they do. Only do your work well, and you shall have a new breastpin.

"The next morning I summoned Charles to the library.".

Just at this moment the identical personage of whom we were speaking made his appearance, with an armful of wood. L. arose and remarked, "But here he is in the very nick of time. I have a little business that requires my presence, and while I am gone he can tell you the story himself. He can do it far better than I can."

Rightly conjecturing that L. had left the room to remove all restraint from Charles, I slipped a small piece of silver into his hand to increase his freedom, and proceeded to ask him if he had forgotten all about Cæsar and Dinah's courtship.

"D'n know, Massa; good while ago since that night."

"Well, you can tell me what they did, can't you?" "Lord Amighty, Massa, do so many things as I can't think of, tickular as I liked to died a-laughing."

"What did Cæsar do when he first went in ?" "He run'd up to Dinah, and he ketched her round the waist, and squeezed her till I thought she wouldn't have to wear cossetts for a year. And then he kissed her, as if he was gwine to kiss her face off."

"And what did Dinah do ?" said I, laughing. "She looked as she kind o' didn't know what to make on it at first, so she didn't do nothin till he let loose of her."

"What did she do then ?"

"She jist drew'd herself up, and fetch'd him sich a VOL. IV.-21

wipe longside of the head, and then the sparks come | Out-stared the malady that preyed on life,

out of his eyes so, if they hadn't been on the hearth they'd a set the house a-fire."

“ How did Cesar like that?"

“ Well, it sort of raised his Africky, at first; but that didn't last long. He went right away to 'spostulatin | Gathered big tears, that froze upon the cheek, with her, and sayin how could she be so cruel." "Did Dinah seem disposed to relent?"

“Well, raʼaly Massa, he talk so fast, and she talk so fast, that I couldn't rightly make out what they said. She'd scold, and he'd beg; but it didn't make no odds, she went on scoldin. At last he gan to get raal mad, too, and said how it was a queer way for a woman to tell a man she'd marry him, and then make so much fuss cause he showed how glad he was.

She had no farther action in her grief, Else had the infant perish'd. She was wild, Wild with the dread of that impending wo, Already felt in fear. Madness, that brings Blessed oblivion of o'erwhelming truth, Had been to her a boon-had saved her all That death of apprehension, which, of all, Is the worst form of death. Yet, though shut out, "Who said she'd marry you, you ugly brute ?' said As by a veil, all knowledge, all design, aunt Dinah. Life, action, hope;-all capability

"'You did,' said he, and I got the letter this mornin, To succor, where she ever prayed to save; and have got it yet.

"'It's a lie,' screamed aunt Dinah.

"And then they went to talkin low so as I couldn't | hear them, only they seemed to be splainin about the letter: he said what was in it, and she said what she told to be put in it, and she knew Mass Charley wouldn't write anything she didn't tell him to. Jist as she said that, Cæsar jumped up with his teeth sot, and his nails stickin in his hands, and jist as he got out o' the door, he shook his fist towards the big house, and sort o' said 'tween his teeth,

"Mauss Charley! cuss him!'"

“Living upon air. A queer idea has somehow got abroad, that periodical proprietors, printers, pressmen, and all the multifarious viviparous warm-blooded animals connected with publishing matters, share the properties of the cameleon. There can be no greater mistake than this, as our readers may inform themselves by Underneath, are verses 4-7 of the 94th Psalm: attending the lectures of Professor Smith, or consult- 'How long shall they utter and speak harsh things, ing any authentic work upon natural history. What- and all the workers of iniquity boast themselves? They ever theories may exist upon the subject, it is a well-break in pieces thy people, oh Lord, and afflict thine ascertained fact that none of these classes of people are heritage: they slay the widow and the stranger, and exempt from the ordinary laws of humanity, but are murder the fatherless: yet they say, The Lord shall not compelled, in order to preserve their vitality, to repair see, neither shall the God of Jacob regard it.'

The same gentleman has a still older relic: a number | ders, doubtless to be found in old files of Rhode Island of a Boston Newspaper, dated June, 1768. In its folio Newspapers,-the lesson of charity, deducible from form, it is just two inches longer and wider than a sheet likeness of transgression, would be complete. of foolscap; and three inches shorter, and one inch and a half narrower, than a number of the Liberia Herald, now before me-to which, moreover, it is decidedly inferior in typographical neatness, and in varied richness of matter. One leaf bears the title of "The Massachu

setts Gazette;" the other, that of "The Boston Post-Boy and Advertiser :” as if intending to combine two papers

into one.

Its contents afford some interesting signs of those times. There is a letter from London, dated March, 1768, relating to the famed election of Mr. Wilkes, for Middlesex; detailing the outrages of a London mob who, in the name of Wilkes and Liberty,' kept the city and suburbs in uproar and dismay for several days. The editor heads the letter, 'A true specimen of what is called English Liberty.'

Other columns are filled with the Circular Letter of the Massachusetts Legislature (February 11, 1768) to the Legislatures of the other States, animating them to concerted remonstrance (if not action) against Parliamentary taxation: taking the bold grounds, that the ancient English right, of paying no taxes but by voluntary grant, pertained to the colonies; that a representation of them in Parliament would be a mockery, more galling, and would lead to greater oppressions, than even the wrongful power already exercised by that body; and that, consequently, their local legislatures, alone, should impose taxes for revenue upon them. The New York and New Jersey Houses of Representatives respond with rather faint applause to the appeal. But

Here are the advertisements-from a Boston newspaper! of which 'GREEN & RUSSELL' were the printers. I.

TO BE SOLD,

Age, he has been us'd to Husbandry, and waiting on A likely Negro MAN, about 22 Years of a Gentlemen, can have a good recommendation, and is sold for no fault. Inquire of GREEN & RUSSELL.

II.

Worcester, June 14, 1768. RAN away from his master Robert Barber of Worcester, this Morning, a Negro Man named Mark, Pock-broken, and can read and write; he carried away of middling Stature, about 35 years of Age, very much with him two blue Coats, one lined and bound with red, the other not lined, a pair of green plush Breeches, a pair of trowsers, and an old Beaver Hatt. Whoever shall take up said Runaway, and convey him to his said Master, shall receive SIX DOLLARS Reward, and all necessary Charges paid.

ROBERT BARBER.

Then, in an N. B., follows a warning to masters of vessels and others, against harboring the runaway.

But the following, most oddly jumbles heterogeneous articles together. How grave and unscrupulous the mingling of wine, handkerchiefs, felt hats, breeches patterns, cotton hose, negroes, portmanteaus, &c.!

III.

On Thursday next, 30th Inst.
at Three o'clock Afternoon,

tion Room in Queen Street,

A Variety of GOODS, among which are, Irish Linnens, Calicoes, Lutestrings, black Sattins, black corded Silk, stripe Hollands, Kenting Handkerchiefs, Scotch Threads, Dowlass, Duroys, Druggets, Breeches Patterns, Men's and Women's fine Cotton Hose, Felt Hats, Men's and Women's Saddles, Portmanteaus, Housings and Holsters, Cases with 15 Bottles, a Cask of very good Indigo; also a Negro Girl, 13 years old.

J. RUSSEL, Auctioneer.

the Virginia House of Burgesses in a letter signed by Will be sold by PUBLIC VENDUE, at the Auc'PEYTON RANDOLPH, Speaker,' give back much more than an echo to the boldest sentiments of Massachusetts; and refer to three several papers which they had already forwarded to England, and which now figure in History;-a Petition to the King, a Memorial to the Lords, and a Remonstrance to the Commons. This correspondence is drawn before the public (apparently for the first time, on the 27th of June) by a letter from Lord Hillsborough to the Rhode Island council, communicating the Massachusetts circular; denouncing it as 'of a most dangerous and factious Tendency, calculated to enflame the Minds of his Majesty's good Subjects in the colonies; to promote an unwarrantable combination, and to excite and encourage an open Opposition to and Denial of the Authority of Parliament, and to subvert the true Principles of the Constitution. It is his Majesty's Pleasure,' continues Lord Hillsborough, 'that you should, immediately upon the Receipt hereof, exert your utmost Influence to defeat this flagitious Attempt to disturb the public Peace, by prevailing upon the Assembly of your Province to take no Notice of it, which will be treating it with the Contempt it deserves.'

AT PRIVATE SALE, Two Pipes of Sterling Madeira, a Negro Man 40 years of age, a Boy of 14, and two Girls about 12 Years of Age, a second-hand Chaise and Harness, and sundry riding Habits, trimm'd with Gold and Silver Lace.

Men, boys, and girls, classed among 'GOODS' !!— and this, not in New Orleans-not in Charleston-not in Richmond: but in Boston!

'But,' some "philanthropist" may say, on seeing this evidence that his country was once as ours is,' we have put away that evil from us. We declared a general emancipation in 1780.'

And how many of that species of Goops did Massachusetts have, at that time? Why, not quite five thouEven these interesting papers, however, thus shown sand. Virginia has little, if any fewer than five HUNDRED to us, as it were, almost in the handwriting of their thousand: just an hundred for one! How could she folauthors will hardly be deemed such curious memo-low the example of her northern sister? Other consirials of that day, as the following advertisements; derations, make the contrast, and the impossibility, yet which I commend especially to certain self-styled phi- more striking: the difference of climate; and the inlanthropists of the good old Bay-State-degenerate mensely greater disproportion of the whites to the children of a worthy mother. If to these I could add blacks (in Massachusetts sixty to one; in Virginia not one or two of the many advertisements of Guinea tra- two to one.)

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The facts here presented are designed to rebuke | common lot of man, his inheritance of trouble, still awaited only the intermeddlers—not the rational and forbearing them. They met disease, and savage enemies, and fraud, and part of the northern people. I am among those who want, and even as a refuge, death in every hideous shape; spem salutis, sed exitii solatium." Their little flock, though believe the latter sort to be a majority there; not only threatened, was not dismayed; though wounded, did not perish. in numbers, but still more in virtue and intelligence.

SONG.

FROM THE FRENCH.

If Fate had call'd me to a throne,
Had bless'd me with a poet's vein,
Made immortality my own,

Or doom'd me to the captive's chain—

King-I would share my state with thee,
Poet-for thee my lays would pour,
Slave-in thy chains would happy be,
And deathless-wear them evermore.

J. A.

M. M. S.

INGERSOLL'S ADDRESS.*

We do not belong to the Phi Beta Kappa Society; nor do we know precisely its objects. But we believe them to be the cultivation of literature, and the diffusion of acquaintance and good feelings among literary men. At any rate, it has large claims upon public gratitude, if it causes many discourses like the present to be made. The best definition we can give, of the general scope of the Address, is, That it aims to point out the advantages of Science and Literature; especially in knitting together the parts of our vast country, and perpetuating her freedom, and happiness. There are some very fine passages, designed to make the Northern people more favorably known to their Southern brethren, which we shall extract. Mr. Ingersoll, being a Pennsylvanian, stands impartial between the two extremes of the

Union.

It survived, and with it the institutions by which it was characterized, the establishment of equal rights, legislative provision for the education of every child, and a firm reliance upon the protection of Almighty God, and the cultivation of his religion as the basis of their civil polity.

A century and a half rolled on. The colonists, who had imbibed the fearless but unostentatious spirit of their ancestors, were still willing to cherish it, and the first threat of danger found them ready to defend the soil and the principles which they had inherited together. A libation was poured out in patriot blood at Lexington, not less pure than that first fervent prayer which ascended in gratitude to heaven, after a deliverance from a long and perilous voyage. It was repeated, in more copious streams, at Bunker Hill, and it sanctified anew the ground which had been consecrated to the God of peace, but which willing hearts and hands were found ready to crimson, when its occupants were threatened with oppression.

The purposes of warfare gained, the same devoted zeal manifested itself in works of peace, in efforts and enterprises for the advancement of all that was good and useful. A system of public, universal, equal, lofty education was matured, which ensures to posterity a body of enlightened citizens, such as could scarcely have existed in another country, or another age.

War again unrolled her purple, bleeding testament. Who then struck the first, the decisive, the prophetic blow, which was to stamp the character of the American navy, to give it pride, and power, and eminence, and to place the banner of spangled stars in the same historic galaxy, where, above the blaze of glancing lightnings, had shone, for ages, the glorious oriflamme of St. Denys, and the young eagle of imperial Rome? It was a son of New England! Through the whole of this, as of the former conflict, fortitude in endurance, which has not even the relief of active danger to animate and arouse ; courage in battle, which is often supposed to be the companion of reckless ambition rather than of patient and reflecting wisdom, were no where more conspicuous than among his brethren of the northeastern states. Are we asked for deeds of chivalry? Scarcely a battlefield was lost or won, without a struggle and a valor among the New England soldiery, that would have done honor to the victors of Marathon, and would have earned a shower of crosses, to reflect the brightest rays that fell from the star of Austerlitz. Is enterprise or activity-is zeal in pursuit, energy in application, ingenuity in invention, or success in the mastery of mighty undertakings, a mark of merit? These qualities, and the consequences of them, have no where been more brilliantly displayed, or more usefully applied, than in the regions which

surround us,

sterile and unproductive as is their soil. If commerce be the prevailing spirit of the country, its unchecked and prosperous career is soon exhibited among the merchants and the seamen of the cities of the north. If another policy predominate, and productive energies are called into active existence at home, every stream becomes the motive power of machinery, and the interior teems with manufactures, the products of a thousand and a thousand hands. If a momentary stagnation has been produced in the current of productive industry, by causes that seem to pervade the residence of civilized man, it will be only to prompt to the exercise of new energies, in some untried sphere. Lands which are occasionally overwhelmed by the swelling waters of the Nile, find themselves fertilized and enriched when the river has regained its accustomed channel. While at home and abroad, two of the primary sources of national prosperity, which are, in a greater or less degree, common to every people, have been driven to extremes on their proper element, the adventurous spirit of New England sends out its own peculiar mariners to wield the harpoon, instead of guiding the plough

iron-bound as are their coasts, and comparatively

"No corsair's cruelty, no thirst of gold, are discernible in the adventure of the pious pilgrims who settled upon the rock of Plymouth. If fiction were tasked for an Utopian story, in which a fabled commonwealth should gild its dawn, with hues as pure as those the chastest fancy ever painted, it would turn for its brightest, best original, to the history of that colony. It could not draw from the imagination a picture half so vivid, or frame a model so full of virtuous simplicity and fearless devotion-one 80 well calculated to win the cordial esteem of men, or give character to a mortal race, as the unvarnished reality of a pious pilgrimage. Not a sordid motive influenced the departure of these unambitious travellers from their native home, or from their short-lived European sanctuary. Not an unholy desire intruded upon their painful and perilous voyage. Not an unruly passion disturbed their arrival. All, with them, was Chris. Jian charity and peace. They brought with them lowly thoughts and tranquil feelings, and they sought for thoughts and feel-share, amidst boundless fields and gigantic furrows, which are ings such as those, congenial objects, and a congenial home. They fondly hoped that nature, in her interminable solitudes, would at least be peaceful; but they found that even there, the

*An Address delivered before the Phi Beta Kappa Society, (Alpha of Maine) in Bowdoin College, Brunswick, Sept. 7, 1837. By Joseph R. Ingersoil. pp. 40.

almost exclusively its own, indulging, as it were, in creative agriculture, and reaping abundant harvests by disarming the terrors of the ocean, as it had conquered the sterility of the land. Nothing can stay its onward progress; nothing can subdue a temper which finds or forces a vent for its exuberance wherever nature would render its exercise appropriate or useful, or art can furnish weapons for its ever-varying exploits.