extensive mouchoir is an attendance on a negro camp-meeting in a seething July day. Again: At public meetings they spout and swell,' etc., etc. He admits that John Bull does the same, and finds himself AN ASS! That Star-Spangled Banner,' though but a piece of striped bunting,' is yet as good a thing to boast about as the 'Meteor Flag of England,' and has braved the battle and the breeze' as well, if not so long. Laugh! laugh, my merry Maga! there be some of thy jolly countrymen have changed their tone where that FLAG has waved. But Jonathan has forestalled me here, and I fain would 'let by-gones be by-gones.' That the doings at Washington please not Maga, we regret; yet, somehow, even there we manage to get along, after a fashion,' though but a homely fashion of our own. There is, it is true, at times, some contention about the quality and quantity of oil to keep the wheels of the machine from friction, and at intervals a scrambling to possess the can. Nevertheless, they are continually lubricated, and the thundering locomotive Model Republic' still conquers space, faithful to its invincible motto of

Go Ahead!'

And so it will, honest and free-spoken John Bull, in spite of all the rails that you may throw across its track. It may not be as neat and compact, as neatly polished and as newly furbished, as that wonderful machine of thine own, John Bull. It has hard and heavy work to do; steep grades and a new road to travel; and is consequently a rougher fabric. Nevertheless, it is a 'MODEL' MACHINE, and hard to beat. With this little bit of Yankee boasting, I submit the case to an intelligent and impartial jury-The World.

ANACRE ON TIC.

BY DR. DICKSON, OF LONDON.

DOST ask me who rests here ?
The Spirit will answer, 'One

Who charmed away life without sorrow or fear,
With his lute and the love of his mistress dear,
In this fairy Isle of the Sun!

'Like a summer his life passed by,
Unmarked by a shade of gloom,

And his joy was to sing, 'If to-morrow we die,
Let us waste not to-day with a tear or sigh,
While the myrtle and vine are in bloom.'

To him every hour had its charms,
From morning to twilight gray;

He laughed at the tempest and battle's alarms,
And he breathed at last, in his mistress's arms,
His soul with a smile away?'

GLIMPSES OF LIFE IN FLORIDA

DURING THE SEMINOLE WAR.

THE ANCIENT CITY.

Ir was a charming morning, and Merton felt refreshed and invigorated, as he came suddenly from the thick scrub to the clear hard beach of the St. Sebastian. And now he was within the limits of the most ancient city of the United States. To say he was disappointed would hardly express his feelings. It is true, the city is very small; as the Georgia servant said to his master, ''Tis but a big plantation, Sir!' and yet within that little space, how much there is to enlist the sympathies and excite curiosity.

The city proper is built on a point of land, three quarters surrounded by water, and covers the area of perhaps a square mile. An attempt was lately made to build a town on the waste land without the walls; but the speculation failed, and few of the buildings remain, although many a rafter and tottering chimney attests the location of this ephemeral city. It is said St. Augustine is laid out after the plan of old Spanish towns, narrow streets being thought cooler; but a more substantial reason may have influenced these adventurers. They had located in a wild, unsettled country, surrounded by wild beasts and wilder human beings. The plan they adopted was necessary, in order to defend themselves from these, as well as from the demi-savage remainder of their own people, from whom they had but recently escaped. Their first attempt at colonization was made farther south, and there old T1 still retained the greater number in bondage. From him they dreaded an invasion, more than the warwhoop of the Seminoles, who then roamed unmolested through all the wide territory. It was therefore imperative on them to build compactly; there was safety in it, when no high wall protected, or ample fort defended, as in after days.

But to the city as it is. Its day of pomp and pride and power is gone. Even that wall surrounding the land side, four feet thick and twelve feet high, is entirely destroyed; not a vestige remaining, save the old gateway and sentry-boxes: all else has been used, but the masonry of this defies demolition. The principal road winds round the shore, and enters at this old gate, thus giving a stranger an impression of antiquity, and raising expectations of ruined temples and fallen columns worthy its ancient name and history; but only some winding stairway still preserved, or part of some battered wall remains, to tell us of centuries past, or call forth our admiration of works so substantial that ages could not utterly destroy them. It is true, many of the new tenements of the imported citizens are raised on buildings whose basement-walls have defied the gnawing tooth of Time two hundred years; and bid fair yet to stand, when their flashy top-knots, like a fashionable lady's hat, shall be outworn and thrown aside!