chamber. Next they heard the doctor's room-door vehemently burst open, and cries for help uttered with dreadful agony, but in a half-suppressed voice, which presently grew fainter and fainter. Then every thing became still, as if the everlasting motion of the world was suspended. When at length it became broad day, the students went in a body into the doctor's apartment; but he was nowhere to be seen; only the walls were found smeared with his blood, and marks as if his brains had been dashed out. His body was finally discovered at some distance from the house, his limbs dismembered, and marks of great violence about the features of his face. The students gathered up the mutilated parts of his body, and afforded them private burial at the Temple of Mars, in the village where he died. Α WET DAY AT A WATERING PLACE. What is this passing scene? A peevish April day A little sun-a little rain And then, night sweeps upon the plain, THE boarders were at breakfast. The black wait-I ers skipped briskly up and down the double line of tables, the cutlery and the crockery jingled merrily, and huge masses of toast, omelette, ham, chicken, fish and steak rapidly vanished. Cauldrons of coffee and tuns of tea were required to wet the whistles of the two hundred and odd ladies and gentlemen who were doing their déjeuner. KIRKE WHITE. The edibles and potables were duly conquered, and the victors, resigning their spoons, began to arrange the business of the morning. For many days the weather had been serene and summer-like. A sea breeze, balmy as the breath of Venus, the oceanborn, had alleviated the excess of the dog-day heat, and mosquitoes and blue devils were driven far inland. Every possible vehicle, "land carack or water carack," had been engaged for the day; fishing parties, shooting parties, pic nic parties, walking parties, riding parties, dining parties, beach parties, wood parties, blackberry parties-in duetts, trios, quartetts, quintettes, sestettes, septettes, and octaves-all were harzaoniously inclined, when a bar, a double bar, was put to their proceedings. A little Frenchman who had been under the piazza, returned with an elongated phiz-and shrugging up his shoulders as he wiped his silk hat with his blue handkerchief, said to the friend whose buggy he was to have shared, "Que ferons Talk of a Scotch breakfast! pooh! "the land o' cakes" never saw a spread to equal the matinal meal at a well-kept American hotel. We can allow them the Highland muircock, and the kipper salmon, and the oat cake, and the "bannocks o' barley meal," and the dried venison, and the parritch, and the crowdie, either brose or stir-a-bout, and the wee drap o' Farintosh to settle a queasy stomach after such an ollapodrida,—we can give "the land o' the leal" all these, and beat them by a string! Talk of a Parisian déjeuner á la fourchette! if we cannot play as good a fork as a Frenchman, let us use our knives about our jugu-nous? il pleut." lars! We chatter, in the innocence of our hearts, about their café au lait; why, an American landlord would be lynched if he dared to insult his boarders with the weak decoction of the Mocha berry, or the Every body turned their attention to the doors and paltry sky-blue apology for milk, which the gene- windows. It did rain; and the first glance convinced rality of the keepers of the cafés dispense to the ill-them that it was not a passing shower-a sprinkle used public of Paris. I have been there, and I and stop-or a violent pour-down, "too heavy to last know it. Dr. Kitchener, who rules the roast on matters of tabular moment, dogmatises from experience that a good meal puts every body in a good humor, and our breakfast, superlative in quality as quantity, proved the fact. "Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles," ran round the board. Smart sentences and slices of ham, coffee-cups and compliments, eggs and flummery, were banded about, and responsive grins illuminated the countenances of the muffin munchers. In short, as an old lady in a closely rolled cap and minutely plaited cape, with a pair of finely-framed glasses bestraddling her nose, said, as I dropped the fifth lump of chrystallised saccharine into her cup of green"Every body somehow smiles on every body, and nobody is never glumpy." "What does he say?" "He says that it rains." long," but a regular set-in, steady-going rain. Aquarius had emptied his jars into the filtering pots of the clouds, and was giving a most extensive watering to the dry and dusty earth. How can I describe the effects of this sudden damp on the propagators of parties and their partisans? The ladies joined in a chorus of "Dear, dear!” « What a pity!" "My!" "Lor!" and "Good gracious!" while the men grumbled a very respectable base. All egress was stopped for the day—and as the feline quadruped said when she began to masticate her caudal extremity, after being locked up for a month in an empty house, "it's not always agreeable to be thrown upon your own resources." Good humor, the unfailing accompaniment of large assemblies, turned the tide, and, giving up all idea of going out, the various parties sat round the drawing room, in little groups, and tried to while away the time. I retired to my dormitory, threw myself upon the bed, and devoured a large portion of the Rocky Moun tains. The rain continued: 1 heard its dull pattering on the window as it rattled in the gush of the sea gust, and drowned the rumbling of the surf which broke heavily on the beech beneath. I peeped abroad; the fish-hawk, with rapid flight, was returning from his feeding grounds upon the distant shoal, and making wing to the fastnesses of the wide salt marsh. 46 Young Love has sisters manifold, Yaw-y-a-w! cussed sleepy bisness, by jinks! Tom-yaw-what shall we do, e-h? The ten-pin alley is full to the bung, and the billiard-room is boiling over; all the mint has absquatilated, and juleps are things that were. Yaw! I shall gape myself into a lockjaw, I do believe, and one can't go to bed when one's only just got up. How are we to keep up the steam, eh ?" "Go a gin sling; sneak to my snoozey, and let us hammer away at old sledge for a We, as Mr. Weller says." I returned to the drawing-room about noon, to notice the effects of the weather upon the crowd of deThe young men were moving to put their designs tenues. Let us walk round the room, make our ob-in execution, when a quiet, quaker-looking gentleman patted one of them on the shoulder, and said— servations on the various groups, and listen to their remarks. I am acquainted with nearly all our boarders, and can act the Asmodeus. Observe that group in the corner, near the large window that looks out to windward, where the little girl is vainly hoping to find a bit of blue sky. That party was to have pic-nicked in the woods, by the side of a murmuring stream-the preparations were all made, the wine bottled, and the chickens boiled and basketed. The children have but just finished crying at their disappointment; the papa originally opposed the party, but was compelled to succumb to the superior dictum of his wife, who is angry because she is now unable to carry out her plan-while the poor hubby may not indulge in a triumphant little giggle at the failure of the opposition, for he knows that his deary's temper has received a sufficient souring to embitter the next fortnight of his life. The eldest daughter, that fat girl with the large gray eyes, laments the day's wetness; for Mr. John Smiggles was to have been of the party, and he is such a nice man, with such nice whiskers, and does say such a sight of nice things! Hark to the square-headed old fellow yonder-how he grumbles. "Rain! rain! that's my fortune! I came down last night only, and here it's raining cats and dogs already. I can stop but three days, and I'll wager my expenses it rains all the time. While I stopped at home, nothing but sunshine, roundabouts, straw hats, and perspiration. I came down here to enjoy myself -nothing but splish-splash and slush. I knew when I started, that it would rain. I know that it will rain till I am gone." Then, sir, it was unkind to damp the delight of several hundred persons, by coming here to pour cold water on the enjoyments of your fellow creatures.You are our Jonah; and some of these ladies feel their disappointments so bitterly, that if they knew your predestination to wet weather, they would throw you into the sea to propitiate the elements." The coquette has her usual party of beaux about ber, and is dispensing her accustomed generality of brilliant smiles, despite the gloominess of the day. I will wager a baskot of Œil de Perdrix that, beautiful as she is, she dies unmarried-all men despise a confirmed coquette. As the old-school scribbler says: I would not live to hear it told "Have a care, Charles, that your wife does not have a broken rib before long." How so, my dear sir? Yonder she sits, entirely free from danger." 66 Not quite. If her husband ruins himself at the gaming table, will she not have a broken rib?" "Ha ha! strange method of reproof. Do not alarm yourself, sir; all the effect of the weather. If the sun won't favor us, we must cut up a few shines of our own." Look at that pretty little fairy-formed creature! She can barely reckon her fifteenth birth-day, yet she loves, and dreams that she is beloved. The chosen one stays at another house, and was to have met her upon the beach. She is attired for the wished-for stroll-she will not believe that the rain can last; she has drawn her chair apart from her friends, and while her pretty little feet industriously beat the devil's tat too, she casts a reproachful glance at the steamy windows, and thinks that he might have come, although it does rain a little. “I said it would rain," exclaimed one of those very knowing gentlemen who are ever pestering us with their postridie prophecies. "So did I," exclaimed another. "Those porpusses did not jump about so near in shore for nothing-and the sun set red and streaky-and the cat rubbed her like mad-and my dog barked all night—and my ear—and the pigs grunted—and the ducks screamed corns throbbed dreadful. All of them sure signs of rain, and never miss proving true." "I was in England at the time of the demise of George the Third, and was standing in the vicinity of St. James's Palace, when the heralds and pursuivants marched forth to proclaim the accession of the new sovereign, George the Fourth. It was a miserable wet day, gentlemen, as dull and deplorable as it is to day." The auditors turned towards the windows, and sighed audibly. "I was compelled to remain among the mob in the open street, being unable to procure shelter, but my anxiety to see one of England's monarchs proclaimed, overcame the annoyance of the weather. The rain came down in one continuous sheet-we were all completely drenched, and it was evident that there was a fresh hand at the forcing pumps, just as the he ralds drew up for the purpose of reading the procla- | nearly catching a glimpse of an idea from the Pilmation. During this interregnum, for such it was-grim's Progress, when his attention was arrested by one monarch being dead, and the other not proclaim- the constant wagging of the left ear of a cart horse, shape, looked up at the clouds as the additional im- tied to the palings of the house. He is now concened, a poor fellow, whose hat was soddened out of trating the whole force of his mental energy to the petus was given to the falling stream, and said, in a solvement of that extraordinary propensity in a wellquiet, quaint way, Pray, sir, is this George the Third's soaked horse. rain, or George the Fourth's?'" The ladies are retiring to dress for dinner. Observe the grace of that beauteous girl, with the Spanish cast of countenance, and yet her delicately polished brow, and fine soft eyes with their rich fringed lids, would remind you of Italia's sunny clime. Is she not tran "Il pleut bien fort, monsieur," said the Frenchman to a full-grown dandy, in hopes of making himself agreeable. The dandy was flattered at being address ed in French, and rubbed his hand through his hair, as he endeavored to recollect his three quarters in-scendently lovely? Such must have been the style struction, saying, in answer, “Oui, mossu, oui-beau coup de pleut-excessively-all day—oui." of beauty that drew the angels down, when they forsook their empyrean home, and dwelt on earth enaThere are two persons in the corner yonder, who mored of the daughters of men. I saw that lady at care but little for the weather. By the fixedness of church yesterday, and was so charmed with the devoher full blue eye, and the close compression of her tional modesty of her conduct, and the beauty of her lips, and the vermeil of her burning cheeks, he is expressive face, that I could have thrown myself at pouring forth his vow of endless love! How his eyes her feet, and have bowed down and worshipped her. sparkle-his lips tremble with the fervor of his speech! Here-peep through that window, and observe that See, he has gently taken her fair, white hand-ob-poor devil of a dandy, sitting on the arm of the bench, serve her glance--said it not millions? her fate is sealed. She is suddenly pale-but, now, how deep the blush the traitor blood rushed violently to the heart, but, alarmed perhaps at the violence of its beatings, coursed back with redoubled potency to illume that peachy cheek. Let us not interrupt them, nor call them from their intensities to the dullness of our every day life. What unto them is the world beside They only for each other breathe. That bald-headed elderly gentleman at the middle window, has thrust both his hands into his breeches pockets, and sports a phiz that speaks of grave dubiety. His fat and rolling chin rests solemnly upon his chest; his lips pout frowningly; and he looks out upon the wet world with a dry eye, and longs for a game at quoits. Not that he ever played at quoits, and in fine weather would as soon think of tarring his maiden aunt, as of pitching a heavy quoit. It is the perversity of human nature-the ground is all swamp -it is impossible to go out-and he longs for a game at quoits. His companion-at the window, not in fellowship, for they have been standing together above an hour, yet, as they have not been introduced to each other, of course it would be improper to speak (they do manage these things better in France)-is a short, bottlebellied, round-headed, red-whiskered fellow; he is in a contemplative mood, and thinks that he is deeply thinking. He has observed the progress of seventeen rain-drops as they glided down the dull surface of the greasy pane, and he endeavored to get up a train of thought about the progress of human life. He was under the piazza. His cigar, without which he cannot exist, excludes him from the presence of the ladies and the comforts of the drawing-room. The heaviness of the atmosphere, and the dullness of the day, are almost too much for the poor creature's spirits. How prettily he taps his French boot with the end of his rattan! how complacently he twists the curl of his whisker! Hark! with a face as long as a two dollar tea board, and a voice as lugubrious as a wood-splitter's cry in a snow storm, he is actually trying to carol the words of " Begone Dull Care." It is a failurethe foul fiend has him hip and thigh. Dinner! dinner!-what a relief! The meal passed heavily and drear-the men set in for heavy drinks, and the ladies retired to their rooms. I was dozing over the remainder of my book, when I was suddenly aroused by the lively voice of the little Frenchman, who was pointing might and main to the north-east, and shouting, loudly, as the idlers hastened to his summons, "Voyez quel superbe are en-ciel !" "So there is! see-a splendid rainbow-we shall have fine weather now. You know the rustic adage, LETTERS OF SALATHIEL, THE WANDERING JEW, TO SOLOMON BEN ISRAEL OF JERUSALEM. LETTER I. New York, June 1, 1836. MY BROTHER,-I call you my brother, for you are the only living man to whom I have communicated the terrible secret of my protracted existence. You only know the extent of my wanderings; you alone have the means of conjecturing what may be the nature of my joys and sorrows, my feelings and habits; you are the only one who can in any degree sympa thise with me; and to you alone will I communicate my views of what claims my notice in this new world, to which I have at length found my way. I have already informed you that Columbus was one among the many whom I may very properly term my old acquaintance-not so very old neither; for it is but little more than three hundred years since I accommodated him with a loan of a thousand dollars to aid him in his famous outfit at Palos. I have his note for it now, among the papers which I left in my portable desk in the care of my friend Verrazani, in Venice; for Columbus being rather a favorite of mine, and a very worthy man, and unfortunate withal, I never had the heart to ask him for the money. Little do these men of yesterday, among whom I am just now sojourning, think how considerably I contributed towards the discovery of their country. If I recollect rightly, it was a full twentieth of the whole cost of his famous expedition. But I must not amuse you with recollections. You will feel more interest in my present than my past adventures; and I must hasten to inform you how I fare in this portion of that peopled wilderness-the world. Before my arrival at the metropolis of the Americans, which they call New York, I had paid so little attention to the progress of Columbus's new world, that I was rather surprised at the extent and popuJousness of the place. Surprised, I say; meaning of course that qualified sort of surprise which is possible in one who has seen so much of the world as I have. Indeed I think if any one can lay claim to the "Nil admirari" of Horace, it must be myself. If not greatly surprised, however, I have certainly been considerably amused at what I have here observed. The city is well enough—a well-built town, and a place apparently of considerable business. But it is the people who afford me the most amusement. They are certainly a very curious race, and their manners, customs and character have afforded me many subjects of reflection and speculation. It is always an object with me, you know, to attract as little attention as possible. I consider myself merely a spectator in the world-and being under the neces sity of always preserving a strict incog., I go along as quietly and as noiselessly as may be. Of course I brought no letters with me, except a single letter of credit from Verrazani to a banker here, who, from my familiarity with the language, probably takes me for an English Jew; and from his conversation I suppose he has settled it in his mind that the object of my visit is trade, whenever I shall have become suffi ciently acquainted with the country to take an active part in its commerce. I believe I shall humor this notion of his, especially as it appears to be hardly pos sible for the people here to understand how a man can have any other object in this world than to make money, as their phrase is. This appears to be the grand subject of all their thoughts and hopes. It appears to me that nearly all their conversation relates to this; and all their actions are ultimately referred to this point. I have taken lodgings at one of the principal hotels of the city; and as I have generally, of late years, been accustomed to the attendance of a servant, I have just provided myself with one, who is a native of the easternmost of the states, Maine. He was sent up to my sitting room this morning by the landlord, to whom he had applied for employment. He came in as I was taking my chocolate, and planting himself in front of me, afforded me an opportunity of taking a deliberate survey of his dress and address. He wore a short blue coat, of an awkward cut, with sleeves some inches too short, so that his large hands looked like shovels depending on each side of him. His waistcoat was of red plush; and his pantaloons, which were rather too short, were of striped cotton stuff. His hair was straight and greasy, and a portion of it was tied in an eel-skin by way of cue. His countenance was fresh and fair, with an expression of mingled simplicity and shrewdness. "Well, young man," said I, "what are your commands?" "Mr. Brown," he replied, "told me you wanted & hired man, and as I have just come on here, from down east, on purpose to hire out, I thought it would be polite just to call and let you know." "I am very particularly obliged to you. Have you ever acted in the capacity of a gentleman's servant?"" Why, sir, we never have any servants in this country, except the officers of government, who, you know, are the servants of the people. But I have been Squire Jones's hired man for more than a twelvemonth." "Hired man-Ah! yes. I understand the distinction. So you are willing, as a particular favor to me, to become my hired man. Pray, sir, what wages do you expect?" of making money, and had brought ruin on a great many of the speculators. Neither this nor the present mania of the New Yorkers for speculating in city lots, "Why, in the country we always have ten dollars a month and found. I calculate twelve dollars would be little enough here in the city." "That is to say, twelve dollars and your board and excited any surprise in me. I had been in Amsterdam clothes." when the tulip speculation was at its height, and hav“Twelve dollars and board. But if you've a minding seen one of these worthless flowers sold for many to throw in the clothes, I should like it all the better." thousand dollars, I could easily understand the species "I think I should prefer that arrangement. Can of management which attaches an undue value to you read and write?" improvable lands. "I should be a disgrace to New England if I had grown up to be out of my time, and could n't do such things as that, and cipher to double fellowship too." The mania here is quite as remarkable as the old tulip fever of the Dutch. People seem to be perfectly infatuated, and risk their all with the same recklessness, and, to my apprehension, with precisely the same feeling as the gambler stakes his last guinea on the cast of a die. This, however, is but one symptom of the national disease-an inordinate desire for money "Very well. Ciphering to double fellowship is the very thing I want in a hired man. So you may come along with me;" and, finishing my breakfast, I took him to my tailor's, and had him fitted out in a dress which would suit equally well for a body ser-making. vant or a private secretary; into both of which offices you may consider Jonathan Long as fairly installed. I expect to find him useful in more ways than one." After dinner, I had a hired gig brought to the door, in order to take a ride, Jonathan driving. When we were fairly seated in the vehicle, he inquired which way I would go. "You have been about the city, Jonathan, you may drive round a little by way of airing, and take me to those parts which you have found most interesting." I gave him this liberty in order to discover something of his bent; for I look upon him as a sort of type of his countrymen, and am determined to make him a study. "Well, sir," he replied, "if you have no objection we'll just ride out and see the 'up town lots,' which people are making their fortunes on so fast. Perhaps you may like to go in for a few of them." For the present, iny brother, farewell. I shall write by every packet for France or England, and my agents will have no difficulty in forwarding the letters. Remember me to Leah. You will direct to Mr. Marcus S. Smith, New York. That is at present my name. Your brother and friend, LETTER II. SALATHIEL New York, June 10, 1836. VERILY, brother Solomon, this man Jonathan of mine is a curious animal. It might be supposed that, with my extended and long continued experience of mankind, I might easily fathom his character, refer him to some class with which I am familiar, and like a botanist who has found out the scientific name and place of a plant, pay no further attention to the specimen. But Jonathan does not come into any of the classes of men with whom I have met in the old world. He is a native of the soil-nondescript in my books-a production of the new and singular institu “Pray, sir,” said 1 to one of the men," what may tions of his country, and to me a perfect natural curi. be the value of this lot?" "Why, sir," he replied," it was sold last week for five hundred dollars, and yesterday it was sold again for three thousand; and as there was a dispute about the quantity, we have had it to survey over again." “I should like to know," said Jonathan, putting in his oar, “what the folks that buy it, calculate to raise on it. It don't look to me as if any thing but huckleberry bushes would grow upon it." "It is intended for a house lot, sir, and it is contemplated that the whole of the ground from here to the city will shortly be covered with houses and stores." "May be so, and may be not," replied Jonathan, "but I rather think that this speculation beats the Maine lands, out and out." On our way back to the city, Jonathan enlightened me concerning his allusion to the Maine lands, which had afforded grand opportunities, a year or two since osity. His familiarity of manner with me, he being, in his own phrase, my hired man, amuses me. The patro. nizing, paternal air which he occasionally puts on, when he is instructing me in the manners and customs of the natives, makes it rather difficult at times for me to preserve my gravity. However, I have succeeded so far; and in reward for my self-control, have learnt much. Mr. Smith!" said he to me, the other day, “Mr. Smith, if you're a goin' to settle in these parts, you should go to Maine. That is the country for you! Such land as we have there! such timber! such water privileges! such potatoes! such fat calves! such butter and more than all the rest, such clever folks! I wish you knew my aunt Nancy, and Mrs. Squire Jones, and the old Squire himself. Then you'd know what sort of folks there is in Ameriky. We'd |