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of King's Bench, which is most brilliantly illuminated. In the course of this act are danced the Minuet de la Cour, by the Lady Mayoress and the eldest son of an Alderman, and a Spanish Bolero, by Mr. Deputy Portsoken ward;† and the whole is concluded by a

GRAND EMBLEMATICAL AND ALLEGORICAL VISION,

and a

SHOWER OF FIRE.

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+ The announcement of a dance is an allowable mode of attraction to a Theatre-Royal. In the Drury Lane Installation we find "In act 1, an IRISH JIG."

The shower of fire would seem as inappropriate in the Court of King's Bench (except, perhaps, as affording a foretaste to the lawyers) as visions and allegories in the Drury Lane fac-simile of the installation of the Knights of St. Patrick; but the author sets all to rights by a marginal note in his MS. where he says, "People don't go to think at these things-they must always end with a crash, no matter how, or why, or wherefore any thing will do, so it be but like the last scene of a pantomime.

THE FALLS OF OHIOPYLE.

On the west of the Alleghany mountains rise the branches of the Youghiogeny river. The surrounding country is fertile and woody, and presents strong attractions for the sportsman, as does also the river, which abounds in fish. These were the principal considerations which induced me, in the autumn of the year 1812, to ramble forth with my dog and gun, amid uninhabited solitudes almost unknown to human footsteps, and where nothing is heard but the rush of winds and the roar of waters. On the second day after my departure from home, pursuing my amusement on the banks of the river, I chanced to behold a small boat, fastened by a rope of twisted grass to the bank of the stream. I examined it, and finding it in good condition, I determined to embrace the opportunity that presented itself of extending my sport, and my fishing tackle was put in requisition. I entered the diminutive vessel, notwithstanding the remonstrances of my four-footed companion, who, by his barking, whining, and delay in coming on board, seemed to entertain manifold objections to the conveyance by water,-a circumstance which somewhat surprised

me.

At last, however, his scruples being overcome, he entered into the boat, and we rowed off.

My success fully equalled my expectations, and evening overtook me before I thought of desisting from my employment. But there were attractions to a lover of nature which

forbade my leaving the element on which I was gliding along. I have mentioned that it was autumn; immense masses of trees, whose fading leaves hung trembling from the branches, ready to be borne away by the next gust, spread their dark brown boundary on every side. To me this time of the year is indescribably beautiful. I love to dwell upon those sad and melancholy associations that suggest themselves to the mind, when nature in her garb of decay presents herself to the eye; it reminds us, that human pride, and human happiness, like the perishir.g things around us, are hastening rapidly on to their decline; that the spring of life flies; that the summer of manhood passeth away, and that the autumn of our existence lingers but a moment for the winter of death which shall close it for ever. The light winds that blew over the waters curled its surface in waves that, breaking as they fell, dashed their sparkling foam in showers around. The sun was sinking behind the mountains in the west, and shone from amidst the surrounding clouds. His last rays glittered on the waters, and tinged with a mellow sombre lustre the umbered foliage of the trees. The whole scene spoke of peace and tranquillity; and I envy not the bosom of that man who could gaze upon it with one unholy thought, or let one evil feeling intrude upon his meditations. As I proceeded, the beauty of the surrounding objects

increased.

Immense oaks twisted about their gigantic branches covered with moss; lofty evergreens expanded their dark and gloomy tops, and smaller trees, and thick shrubs, filled up the spaces between the larger trunks, so as to form an almost impervious mass of wood and foliage. As the evening advanced, imagination took a wider range and added to the natural embellishments. The obscure outline of the surrounding forests assumed grotesque forms, and fancy was busy in inventing improbabilities, and clothing each ill-defined object in her own fairy guises. The blasted and leafless trunk of a lightning-scathed pine would assume the form of some hundred-headed giant about to hurl destruction on the weaker fashionings of nature. As the motion of the boat varied the point of view, the objects would change their figure, which again, from the same cause, would give way to another, and another, and another, in all the endless variety of lights and distances. Distant castles, chivalric knights, captive damsels, and attendants, dwarfs and squires, with their concomitant monsters, griffins, dragons, and all the creations of romance, were conjured up by the fairy wand of phantasy. On a sudden, the moon burst forth in all her silvery lustre, and the sight of the reality effectually banished all less substantial visions. Thin transparent clouds, so light and fragile that they seemed scarce to afford a resting place for the moonbeams that trembled on them, glided along the sky; the denser masses that skirted the horizon were fringed with the same radiance; while rising above them, the evening star twinkled with its solitary rays. I could not be said to feel pleasure; it was rapture that throbbed in my heart at the view: my cares, my plans, my very existence, were forgotten in the flood of intense emotions that overwhelmed me at thus beholding in their pride of loveliness the works of the creating Spirit.

In the meantime the boat sailed rapidly onwards, with a velocity so much increased that it awakened my attention. This, however, I attributed to a rather strong breeze that had sprung up. My dog, who had since his entrance into the boat lain pretty quiet, began to disturb me

with his renewed barkings, fawnings, and supplicating gestures. I imagined that he wished to land, and as the air was becoming chill, I felt no objection to comply with his wishes. On looking around, however, and seeing no fit place of landing, I continued my course, hoping shortly to find some more commodious spot. Very great, however, was the dissatisfaction of Carlo at this arrangement; but in spite of his unwillingness he was obliged to submit, and we sailed on.

Shortly, however, my ears were assailed by a distant rumbling noise, and the agitation of my companion redoubled. For some time he kept up an interrupted howling, seemingly under the influence of great fear or of bodily pain. I now remarked, that though the wind had subsided, the rapidity of the boat's course was not abated. Seriously alarmed by these circumstances, I determined to quit the river as soon as possible, and sought with considerable anxiety for a place where I might by any means land. It was in vain; high banks of clay met my view on both sides of the stream, and the accelerated motion of the boat presented an obstacle to my taking advantage of any irregularities in them by which I might otherwise have clambered up to land. In a short time, my dog sprang over the side of the boat, and I saw him with considerable difficulty obtain a safe landing. Still he looked at me wistfully, and seemed undecided whether to retain his secure situation or return to his master.

Terror had now obtained complete dominion over me. The rush of the stream was tremendous, and I now divined too well the meaning of the noise which I have before mentioned. It was no longer an indistinct murmur; it was the roar of a cataract, and Í shuddered, and grew cold to think of the fate to which I was hurrying, without hope or succour, or a twig to catch at to save me from destruction. In a few moments, I should in all probability be dashed to atoms on the rocks, or whelmed amid the boiling waves of the waterfall. I sickened at the thought of it. I had heard of death. I had seen him in various forms. I had been in camps where he rages; but never till now did he seem so terrible. Still the beautifel

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The Falls of Ohiopyle.

face of nature which had tempted me
The clear
to my fate was the same.
sky, the moon, the silvery and fleecy
clouds were above me, and high in
the heaven, with the same dazzling
brightness, shone the star of evening,
and in their tranquillity seemed to
deride my misery. My brain was
oppressed with an unusual weight,
and a clammy moisture burst out
I lost all sense
over my limbs.
of surrounding objects, a mist was
over my eyes-but the sound of the
waterfall roared in my ears, and
seemed to penetrate through my
brain. Then strange fancies took
possession of my mind. Things, of
whose shape I could form no idea,
would seize me, and whirl me around
till sight and hearing fled. Then I
would start from the delusion as from
a dream, and again the roar of the
cataract would ring through my ears.
These feelings succeeded each other
with indefinite rapidity, for a very
few minutes only could have elapsed
from the time I became insensible to
the time of my reaching the water-
fall. Suddenly, I seemed rapt along
with inconceivable swiftness, and, in
a moment, I felt that I was descend-
ing, or rather driven headlong, with
amazing violence and rapidity. Then
a shock as if my frame had been rent
in atoms succeeded, and all thought
or recollection was annihilated. I
recovered, in some degree, to find
myself dashed into a watery abyss,
from which I was again vomited
forth to be again plunged beneath
the waves, and again cast up. As I
rose to the surface, I saw the stars
dimly shining through the mist and
foam; and heard the thunder of the
falling river. I was often, as well as
I can remember, partly lifted from
the water, but human nature could
not bear such a situation long, and I
became gradually unconscious of the
shocks which I sustained. I heard
no longer the horrible noise, and in-
sensibility afforded me a relief from
my misery.

It was long before I again expe-
At last I
rienced any sensation.
awoke, as it seemed to me, from a
long and troubled sleep. But my
memory was totally ineffectual to
explain to me what or where I was.
So great had been the effect of what
I had undergone, that I retained not
the slightest idea of my present or

former existence. I was like a man
newly born, in full possession of his
faculties; I felt all that consciousness
of being, yet ignorant of its origin,
which I imagine a creature placed in
the situation I have supposed would
experience. I know not whether I
make myself intelligible in this im-
perfect narrative of my adventure,
but some allowance will, I trust, be
made in consideration of the novel
situation and feelings which I have
to describe.

I looked around the place in which
I lay on a bed of coarse
I was.
materials, in a small but airy cham-
ber. By slow degrees, I regained
my ideas of my own existence and
identity; but I was still totally at a
loss to comprehend by what means
I came into such a situation. Of my
sailing on the river-of my fears and
unpleasant sensations, and of being
dashed down the falls of Ohiopyle,
I retained not the slightest recollec-
tion.

I cast my eyes around, in hopes of seeing some person who could give me some information of my situation, and of the means by which I was placed in it--but no one was visible. My next thought was to rise and seek out the inhabitants of the house; but, on trial, I found that my limbs were too weak to assist me, and patience was my only alternative.

After this, I relapsed into my Yet former insensibility, in which state I continued a considerable time. I I had some occasional glimpses of what was passing about me. had some floating reminiscences of an old man, who, I thought, had been with me, and a more perfect idea of a female form, which had One day, as I lay flitted around me. half sensible on my bed, I saw this lovely creature approach me; I felt the soft touch of her fingers on my brow, and though the pressure was as light as may be conceived from human fingers, it thrilled through my veins, and lingered in my confused remembrance; the sound of her voice, as she spoke in a low tone a few words to the old man, was music to me-her bright eyes, tempered with the serenity of a pure and blameless mind, beamed upon me with such an expression of charity and benevolence as I had never be fore beheld. During the whole time

of my illness, those white fingers, those bright blue eyes, and the sound of that voice, were ever present to my diseased imagination, and exerted a soothing influence over my distempered feelings.

At length the darkness that had obscured my mind and memory passed away; I was again sensible, and could call to mind with some little trouble a considerable part of the accidents that had befallen me. Still, however, of my reaching the edge of the rock over which the full stream rushes with fearful violence, of the shock which I experienced when dashed down the cataract, and of my terrible feelings, I had a very slight and confused idea. I now longed more ardently than before for some one with whom I might converse about these strange occurrences, and from whom I might gather information concerning those things which were unknown to me. My strength being in some degree recruited, I endeavoured to rise, and succeeding in the attempt, examined the room in which I lay, but no one was there; my next labour (and a work of labour I found it) was to put on some clothes which I found deposited on a chair. Being equipped, therefore, as fully as circumstances would admit, I commenced my operations. My first step was to enter into an adjoining room, which, fearful of trespassing on forbidden ground, I did with some trepidation. This room was, however, likewise destitute, as I thought, of inhabitants; and I was about to retire, when the barking of a dog arrested my attention, and turning round, I beheld with no small satisfaction my old fellow-traveller, Carlo. Shall I attempt to describe our meeting? It was the language of the heart, inexpressible in words, that spoke in the sparkling eyes and joyous gambols of my dog, and I was busily engaged in patting and caressing him, when, turning round, I perceived that our privacy had been intruded on. The beautiful creature on whom my wandering fancy had dwelt stood looking at us, supporting with one arm the old man, her father, while, on the other, hung a basket of flowers. I stood gazing at them, without speaking. I know not what magic made me dumb-but not a word escaped my lips. She

was the first to speak, and expressed her joy at seeing me able to depart from my couch; chiding me at the same time for so doing without leave. She smiling said, "I am, at present, your physician, and I assure you that I shall exercise the power which I have over you, as such, in as rigorous a manner as possible." "But," added the father, "we should not thus salute a guest by threatening him with subjection; he is our guest, and not our captive. By this time, I had recovered the use of my tongue, and began to express my gratitude for this kindness, and my sorrow at the trouble which I was conscious I must have occasioned to them. But my politeness was cut short by the frank assurances of my host, reiterated more gently, but not less warmly by his lovely daughter. Carlo and I were now separated, much against the wishes of both, but my fair physician was inexorable, and I was compelled to turn in again, in seaman's phrase, till the morrow, and to suspend for the same time my curiosity.

The next day at length came, and I requested my entertainers to favour me with answers to the questions which I should propose to them. They smiled at my eagerness, and promised to satisfy my curiosity. It was easily done. The old man had a son, who, passing by the Falls of Ohiopyle some nights before, in the evening, was attracted by the moanings and lamentations of a dog, and descending to the bottom of the fall, perceived me at the river-side, where I had been entangled among some weeds and straggling roots of trees. From this situation, he had great difficulty, first, in rescuing me, and, having succeeded in that point, in carrying me to his father's dwelling, where I had lain several days, till by his daughter's unremitting attention (the old man himself being unable materially to assist me, and the son compelled to depart from home on urgent business), I had been restored, if not to health, to a state of comparative strength. Such were the facts which I contrived to gather from the discourse of my host and his daughter, notwithstanding their softening down, or slightly passing over every thing the relation of which might seem to claim my gratitude, or tend to their own praise. As to them

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Sonnet to the Nightingale.

selves, my host was a Pennsylvanian
farmer, who, under pressure of mis-
fortune, had retired to this spot,
where the exertions of the son suf-
ficed for the support of the whole
family, and the daughter attended to
the household duties, and to the com-
fort of the father.

When the old man and his daugh-
ter had answered my queries, I re-
newed my thanks, which were, how-
ever, cut short. If they had been of
service to a fellow-creature, it was in
itself a sufficient reward, even if
they had suffered any inconvenience
from assisting me (which they as-
sured me was not the case). Many
other good things were said at the
time, which I forget, for-shall I
confess it? the idea that all that had
been done for me was the effect of
mere general philanthropy displeased

me.

When I looked at the lovely woman who had nursed me with sister-like affection, I could not bear to reflect that any other placed in a similar situation might have been benefited by the same care, and have been watched over with equal attention, and greeted with the same goodnatured smile; that I was cared for no more than another, and valued merely as a being of the same species with themselves, to whom, equally with any other, their sense of duty taught them to do good.

In a day or two my health was so much improved, that I was permitted to walk out in the small garden which surrounded the cottage. Great was my pleasure in looking at this humble dwelling; its thatched roof, with patches of dark green moss and beautiful verdure; its white walls,

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and chimney with the wreaths of
smoke curling above it; the neat
glazed windows; the porch, and its
stone seat at the door; the clean
pavement of white pebbles before it ;
the green grass-plat edged with shells,
and stones, and flowers, and gemmed
daisies, and
with "wee modest
the moss-rose tree in the middle,
were to me objects on which my ima-
gination could revel for ever, and I
It remained for
sighed to think that I must shortly
part from them.
me in some manner to show my gra-
titude before I parted from my bene-
volent host; but I was long before I
could settle the thing to my mind. I
felt unhappy, too, at the thought of
leaving the old man, and his beau-
tiful and good daughter; " and yet it
cannot be helped," I repeated again
and again. "How happy I should
be," I thought, "in this lovely spot,
and perhaps, the daughter"-dare a
man at first acknowledge even to
himself that he is in love?" And
why should I not be happy?"

I am now married, need I say to whom? And the white-washed cottage, with its mossy thatch, has the same attractions for me; nay, more, for it is endeared by the ties of love, of kindred, and of happiness. I have lived in it nine years; my children flock around me; my wife loves me; and her father is happy in seeing her happy.

Her brother is flourishing in his business, and none in our family are dissatisfied, or in want. Often do I thank God for my blessings, and look back with pleasure to the day when I passed the Falls of Ohiopyle.

SONNET, TO THE NIGHTINGALE.
Ir seemeth like Enchantment thus to go
Into the calm lull'd woods, when all's asleep
Save thou, lone minstrel of fictitious woe,
Shade-loving Philomel, who seem'st to weep
Thy bosom's deep wrung sufferings.--O thy voice,
Like Angel Pity's from some drooping cloud,
Doth bid the sullen heart of him rejoice

Who shuns like thee the vile obnoxious crowd ;-
Where all is glitter, noise, and waste of wind;
Where Love is aped by false-faced courtesy,
Where Folly's converse loads the sickening wind,
And Fashion rules with mean servility

O what a break of bondage-here entwined

With boughs, to sit, sweet Bird, and list thy harmony.

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