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other eatables and drinkables too numerous to away, and voices, masculine in their tone, think of. Now what he was going to do with chanted these lines : all this food it would be difficult at this era to

Man of clay! dost mark us ? determine, had we not at our command chron

List! icles of the time, two hundred years ago. His

All our words, ominous, vitriol disposition was excited, and one would

Hist! suppose he intended to tire the devil of the

Speak to thee of dangers near,

Listen or thou'll quickly rue delay! " mystic barrier" out of existence, by eating,

Go! the winds, liere listless, We shall see. About ten o'clock in the night,

Heed! Wolvus clambered into his boat and pushed

Round thy hut tempestuous,

Speed' forth. A violent storm was howling around

Roll their briny floods-dost hear? him but he heeded it not.

Stubbornness will surely bring dismay! It must be borne in mind that the bay was never known to be affected by storms more

The chant concluded, loud blew the blast

again and high leaped the waters around Wolthan to cause a gentle ripple on its surface, but

vus. Having some knowledge of discretion, upon the outer edge the waters foamed and

he, at the finale of the music, thought it would heaved furiously, and formed a wall over which

| be the better part of valor to return and see it was extremely difficult to leap. Wolyus

whether or not his shanty was already, or being, took advantage of an eddy in the north corner

destroyed by the elements. Turning his boat's and was whirled out into the channel with the

head homeward, he dashed furiously forward. speed of a gun-shot By his skilful experience

Reaching the bay, he perceived that it was as alone did he then preserve his vessel from !

calm as usual. Thinking, however, that the swamping. He battled with the wind and

| tempest had been making havoc of his house, currents for over two hours, at the expiratiou

he approached it and landed. Upon examinaof which time he arrived at the place where

tion, he discovered nothing whatever out of he was to do most valorous fight. So soon as

the way. Then was the wrath of Wolvus his boat struck the mysterious line there was

kindled ! Aye, he heaped loads of fuel upon it a very perceptible cessation of the storm around

in the way of skiedam, and he became once him, and voices, while the winds were sighing

more valiant. All of a sudden he sprang up most lamentably, yet sweetly through the for

from his long bench upon which he had been est, sang as follows:

momentarily reclining, and opened his pantry. As the winds are singing,

Out came a huge blunderbuss, then several List!

loaves of bread, and lastly a large firkin of a And their tones are ringing, Hist!

Dutchman's indispensable---sour cabbage.'Mid these bowers entrancingly,

These having been severally stowed in his boat Hie thee to thy dwelling by the shore; he once more pushed forth. Passing through 'Round whose walls are dashing, -Heed!

many dangers he at length pulled up, compelWaves, whose wrath is crashing,

led to do so, at the mysterious line. Most la-Speed !

mentable howls proceeded from the forest, but All thy towers, despoiling thee,

Van Deek could not now be intimidated. LiftHaste! or homestead thine thou'll see no more.

ing and holding aloft a large ham, he cried,

"Now I vill see if I vont pass from here. You As any other man would do under the same

spirits dont eat-vell, I vill make you eat!"* circumstances, Wolvus assumed a tragic atti

with this he threw quite on to the shore the tude, caused, as some would say, by fright, but

pork, which no sooner struck it than the howlit was not so; he was only startled. Throwing

| ing music became more boisterous. "Ah, ha!" off the effects of the shock he had received,

he exclaimed, “I vill make you eat more as but retaining his stage position, he exclaimed,

| dis,” and whizzed through the air another ham. with a voice of thunder, “Ha! Ha! tou ten

Louder blew the winds and more courageous ants of te teep, in te upstairs, I vill not be

became Wolvus. Off went his coat, then his afraid mit you. I vill girt up mine loins ant—"

| vest, up rolled he his sleeves, and at that just at this point of his speech he was interrupted by an awful streak of lightning which

* The Dutch pioneers entertained a traditionary nocompletely unmanned him. The breezes, be- L.

tion that if evil spirits could be induced to eat they were fore weeping among the forest branches, died | harmless.

moment might have been witnessed one of the with a “vhat ?" By and by Van Deek's nervhardest fights upon which ever single man ous system was reinvigorated, when he related ventured. Ham after ham, loaf after loaf, his encounter with the opposers to progress up were made to bound through the air, food for the river, how he had fought and been worstthe ærial beings opposed to him. "Now I vill | ed. His last words to them, however, before dislicoffer," cried he, "vedder you is mine ene- they again parted, was, "I vill try vonce more; mies. Shpirits tont eat, and if tey tont tey if I tont come pack to mine house before musht pe afrait of mine vechetaples. I vill twelf, you shall pash te parrier.” make you hallo so moosh as more! I vill see! Next morning welcomed our exploring party if you vill shtant akainst me after I beshtow to "Kipp's Bay," but Wolvus didn't. They tis cappache.” Collecting his almost exhausted waited till afternoon, when they set out for strength, he elevated the firkin and gave a the terrible line, past which they were whirled most desperate heave, but, alas! he threw him with tremendous power, verifying what Wolself with it, proving thereby that this last effort vus had predicted. With some difficulty, Dunwas too much for him. Finding himself in dersmasher and confreres gained the city, and the water and his boat not discoverable for the sounded round the town what had been done. darkness, his only hope of saving himself was The Dutch men and women wondered greatly; to make for the shore, for, although he could but as day came and went and no Wolvus, they not drown in consequence of his fat, he be wondered yet more and more, till a farmer thought himself that the waves inight press from Spuyt and Duyvel creek informed them, his breath out of him, carry his floating body that late one night he heard a great hallowing with the tide in the first calm past the city and which caused him, tho' with great fear, to display to the citizens the valorous Wolvus rise, look out, and see whence it proceeded, conquered. He could not bear this last thought, whether from an owl or human being. He therefore he struck out for the land, determin- stated that he saw running, as if all the uglied to carry the war, if need be, into the very est animals were after him, a man whom he camp of the enemy. So soon as he landed supposed to be Van Deek. This recital was among the bushes he was struck on all sides sufficient. Word was instantly sent to the with what he imagined, harpoons, tridents and settlement at Albany, that in case a person all such sort of warlike implements. He soon answering the description of Wolvus should found these were not to be stood calmly and make his appearance there in a flighty mansought for his gun in his breeches pockets. It ner, he should be stopped and cared for. But was not in either of them, but in the boat, and no Wolvus was ever again heard of. It may whither that had gone Wolvus did not take be recollected that some time since, a Frenchtime to think. He came to the conclusion very man, whom some call Sue, wrote a novel soon that flight was better than remaining entitled the “ Wandering Jew;" it commences where he was, and he ran as fast as his weight in a strange, uncouth style, somewhat like would permit him, southward, along the land this: "There were two foot-prints, one on near the shore, finally striking his head against either side of Bherring's straits." This Frenchsomething most sound. He pushed and pushed man through his novel goes on to prove, I beagain with his cranium till the obstacle gave lieve that these prints were made by the way, when lo! his body was stretched full “ Jew;" but such is not the fact, they are the length on his own cabin floor. There was no only evidences of the whereabouts of our unmovement afterward. The rays of the rising fortunate, yet brave friend, Wolvus Van Deek, sun streamed through the doorway of Van of Kipp's Bay, all two hundred years ago. Deek's hut, but no mortal was stirring within it. No noise issued therefrom except a hoarse

(Later writers, of less etherial conceptions than the snoring. The sun marked the hour of twelve Knickerbocker historians of 1640, aver that the barwhen a boat struck upon the beach near the riar alluded to in this chronicle was neither more nor cabin, and soon after Dundersmasher and less than the swift tide which always sets there. “The friends were in the presence of Wolvus's sleep- few Dutchmen,” say they “who went so far from the ing body. After an half hour's hard labor

city, were afraid to go up with the tide lest they should

be carried into the hell-gate, and when the tide ran they succeeded in waking our knight and en

counter they were unable to stem it.” The voices quired how he had succeeded. They were that Wolvus heard, ars get down by the same writers, answered to all their questions for a long time as the result of a singing in his head.” Editor.]



A poor seamstress, after having toiled from / meted out;- but hark again; her dream is the rising of the sun to the hour of midnight, not yet ended :seeks for rest on her pallet of straw. Her eyes,

"And, yet, I dreamwet with continual weeping at the conscious Dream what? Were man more just, I might have beca, ness of her miserable portion in life, and the How strong, how fair, how kindly and serene, increasing sorrows still awaiting, soon become

Glowing of heart, and glorious of mein,

The conscious crown to nature's blissful scene closed in slumber, and she dreams, — but of

In just and equal brotherhood to glean, what?-that a change for the better will be with all mankind, exhaustless pleasure keen; wrought in her condition ? No: Hark! she

Such is my dream. speaks

The ways of Providence are indeed beyond “Not in the laughing bowers,

conception. Where, by green twining elms, a pleasant shade, Here is one of the feminine sex, delicately At summer's noon is made;

and nicely fashioned in the image of her God, And where swift-footed hours Steal the rich breath of the enamored flowers,

possessed of every virtue that would adorn huDream I. Nor where the golden glories be,

manity, in the very flower of womanhood, with Al sun-set, laving o'er the flowing sea,

an intellect highly cultivated, and of feelings the And to pure eyes the faculty is given,

most refined and sensitive, dragging out a most To trace the smooth ascent from earth to heaven,

wretched existence, toiling on, and toiling on, Not on the couch of ease,

without hope and without comfort, going to With all the appliances of joys at hand;

her midnight repose, ahungered and heartSoft light, sweet fragrance, beauty at command, Viands that might a god-like palate please,

broken, shivering in the severity of winter in And music's soul-creative ecstacies

her thin and tattered garments of summer, Dream I. Nor gloating o'er a wide estate,

and soiling her work with the bitter tears as Till the full, self-complacent heart elate,

they fall from her red and swollen eyes.Well satisfied with bliss of mortal birth, Sighs for an immortality on earth.

Great God! while this poor and afflicted lady

is thus care-worn and poverty-stricken-thus «But where the incessant din

tortured and desolate -- how many villains of iron hands, and roar of brazen throats, Join their unmingling notes;

throughout the land are basking in the sunWhile the long summer day is pouring in,

shine of plenty, and revelling on the spoils Till day is done, and darkness doth begin,

wrested from honest industry! How many Dream I-or in the corner where I lie, On winter nights, just covered from the sky;

are rolling in their carriages, clad “in purple Such is my fate, and barren as it seem,

and fine linen,” at the expense of the widow Yet,-thou blind, soulless scorner,-yet I dreani !"

and orphan, and boasting of their riches, and The time has been when this poor and suf- their honor, and their character!-But again fering mortal was surrounded with affluence, our dreamer speaks :and with joy, and when friends innumerable « And, yet, I dreamwere at her command; but such is the uncer

I, the despised of fortune, lift mine eye,

Bright with the lustre of integrity, tainty of human happiness, that the occupant

In unappealing wretchedness on high, of the stately mansion of to-day, may, on the And the last rage of destiny defy; morrow, be sheltered by the hovel of indigence, Resolved, alone to live--alone to die, or be a homeless and weary wanderer, without

Nor swell the tide of human misery." friends, without fortune, without the favor of Cheerless poverty is the lot of thousands of the great.

estimable beings, whose only crime is, that Our dreamer has thus been subjected to the when the storms rage, and the hill-tops are vicissitudes of life, having fallen from the en- whitened with snow, they have no roof to sheljoyment of the luxuries of wealth to the hum- ter them from the pitiless blasts of the winds ble and dependant condition of a daily toiler, of winter-no place to flee to for safety or for for the miserable pittance, which is so miserly succor. And yet, it has, and will be so, from


generation to generation. Ay! until the end hand - the most beautiful specimen of His of time. Rascality, and ignorance, and impu- workmanship-should arrive at such a climax. dence, have prospered and fared sumptuously, Framed by the Almighty in a gentle mould, whilo virtue, and talents, and moral worth, and fashioned with more fragile limbs, man have walked barefooted, and in a starving should guard her with vigilant and unceasing state of abject wretchedness.

care, and trample not on the sweetest flower Have prospered! - Ay! in this life, to all of the field. The poet has eloquently conappearances; but there will yet come a day of veyed the idea that, reckoning, when their plunderings will be of

"Man's inhumanity to man no avail ; when they will be deprived of their

Makes countless thousands mourn." trappings of vanity, and when that justice will be awarded to them which they have withheld Ah! how much greater and more afflicting from others.

has been his “inhumanity" to woman, and Dreamer! I would rather take thy place,

how many bitter tears has it caused to be shed and thy chance for eternal felicity in the king: in secrecy and in silence! How many graves dom of God, on that final day, when the hearts of excellent ladies would now be tenantless, of all will be opened for inspection, than to

and how many lacerated hearts would cease Possess the filthy gold of thy oppressors.

to bleed, had more kindly feeling been exerIf thou shiverest on the cold and uncovered | cised toward helpless and dependent-loving floor of thy solitary chamber, at the hour of

and confiding woman! midnight-if thou art starving, and gradually

Life is but a dream, from which the slumdying of wretchedness and woe-if thou art

bers of death will arouse us to a consciousness weary of the cares of life, and long to sink

and a realization of its sad or happy realities. down into the tomb—thou hast the conscious

There are others beside our poor seamstress ness of reflecting that thy soul is untainted, that are dreamers—that are slumberers in this and thy character uncontaminated.

“valley of tears”—that dream of riches and of Though clouds to-day darken the earth and

honors which will never be theirs-of length spread an increased gloom around thy path.

of years and of unchanging bliss. But who way, to-morrow they may be dispelled by the

dreams of the injustice that is roaming in our glorious luminary, as he welcomes in beauty

midst—of the groans of anguish around-of and in splendor the rising morn. True, thou

the sorrows of the child of poverty-of the art an orphan, and deprived of a father's pro-hundreds who go supperless to bed-of the tecting care, and a mother's enduring love i empty tables abouton

empty tables about—of the shrieks of distress but “our Father who art in heaven” will not

--of the pains of sickness of the blighted desert his worthy children, and will extend his

hopes of the dying? bounties to those who regard his mandates. "Ah, little think the gay licentious proud, True, the shades of eve have descended many Whom pleasures, power, and affluence surround; a time and oft on this corrupted world, and

They who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth,

And wanton, often cruel riot, waste; thou without thy “ daily bread," while others

Ah, little think they, while they dance along, have been fattening on thy toil, and that of How many feel, this very moment, death, those like thee. She speaks again-list, reader

And all the sad variety of pain!

How many sink in the devouring flood, list :

Or more devouring flame! How many bleed, " And, yet, I dream

By shameful variance betwixt man and man!" Dream or a sleep where dreams no more shall come, My last, my first, my only welcome home!

Who cares for our heart-broken dreamer ? Rest, unbeheld since life's beginning stage,

While others are enjoying the sweet sunsbino Bole remnant of my glorious heritage,

of heaven, she is enclosed within her dreary Unalienable, I shall find thee yet, And, in thy soft embrace, the past forget!

and forsaken abode, deprived of the pure air Thus do I dream."

so requisite to health, and every stitch she takes

brings her nearer and yet nearer to the tomb When I think of the countless sorrows which 1 -that beautiful and placid repose of blasted have fallen to the female portion of created hopes and abject misery. mortality-when I ponder on the manifold Her tomb !--the tomb of that dreamer. trials which have been encountered by women Ah! when she yields her last breath in her since the first-formed of her race—I drop a poverty-stricken garret, who will then comfort tear of pity, that the noblest formation of His her, when her soul raves round the walls of its

clay tenement? Who smooth her passage to grow dim, and the moon go down in peerless the mound as it opens to receive the spirit's splendor. See, lady, see! yon golden harbinleavings? Who will hie to her sepulchre at ger of day has ushered in the morn, and the the still and pensive hour of eve, and bid the laborer is hastening to his toil. Wilt arise, nightingale-sweet bird of song-chaunt a re- and partake of thy scanty meal, and then ply quium to her departed soul? And, when the thy needle with renewed vigor ? lovely flowers of summer-the rose and the She hears me not! Her dream is ended-it lily-shall perfume other graves with their richo hath no further change ; she sleeps that sleep est fragrance, who will bid them blossom on which knows no waking. When the last linher turf?

gering star was lost on the brow of day, and The author of this truthful record of female the ever-active luminary of heaven was burstsufferings, purports not to decry wealth, or to ing through the clouds, and imparting a matcharray the poor against the rich in enmity of less beauty to the sky, she—that afflicted child that condition of affluence which cannot be of sorrow-yielded up in pristine purity, withattained by all. When riches are rightly out a murmur, or a groan, her noble immorbestowed on the kindly heart and the liberal tality unto the God who gave it. As the porhand-on those, who have “a tear for pity, tals of heaven sprang open, “kindred spirits” and a hand open as day to melting charity”— were calling her HOME, in the sweetest strains they become in their exercise a blessing to so- of celestial harmony. Reader! As the last ciety, and confer, like “ the quality of mercy," sound of that heavenly music fell on the ear a twofold benefit.

of one who had drank deep of the cup of bit"No radiant pearl, which crested fortune wears,

terness, it cheered her amid the feebleness of No gem, that twinkling hangs from beauty's ears, the dying hour, and gilded with Hope her pathNor the bright stars, which night's blue arch adorn,

way to the tomb :Nor rising suns that gild the vernal morn, Shine with such lustre, as the tear that breaks,

“ Come, come, come! Por other's wo, down Virtue's manly cheeks."

Long thy fainting evul hath yearned Dreamer! Awake! oh, awake from thy slum

For the step that ne'er returned;

Long thy anxious ear hath listened, bers, and cast thy eyes toward Heaven, and

And thy watchful eye hath glistened, fold thy hands in prayer.—“Give us this day

With the hope, whose parting strife, our daily bread.” One by one hath the glo

Shook the flower.leaves from thy life

Now the heavy day is done, rious lights of night faded from my view, for I

Home awaits thee, wearied one! have outwatched the stars, and seen their fires

Come, come, come !"



The Autumn winds are sighing a requiem for the dead,
For the bright, sweet flowers faded, and lovely songsters fled,
For the warm and merry sunshine that danced upon the breast
of the lakelet in the valley where the sowy lillies rest.

The Autumn winds are sighing for the voices hushed and mute,
For the gently murmuring fountain with lones of spirit-lute,
For the laughing, limpid streamlet, as it roamed Ibrough vale and bower,
Making music for the fairies as they slept in bud and flower.

Tho Autumn winds aro sighing a dirge for summer gone,
And overy pale and trembling leaf joins in the plaintive moan,
A solemn strain they are whispering, methinks I hear them say,
“Thus earthly hopes, like summer leaves, must quickly pass away"

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