more quiet and faithful servant than he was not to be found; and several months passed, during which time Harry was steadily at his post, enjoying all the liberty of the island, serving occasionally as boatman for the health officer, and not once was there cause for complaint. Unhappily a temporary absence of the surgeon gave Harry a chance to escape, and he made trial. Secreting himself at night, he set out on a flight of steps that was just buoyant enough to support him. He paddled this to Loggerhead, where he secreted himself in the cactus bushes, but was captured in the morning. He was thrown into the dungeon again, but soon effected his release-I fear for another world. He started in company with a man who had been arrested here for attempting the release of the "Lincoln state prisoners." The night was fearfully stormy, and, as the boat was a mere shell, it is pretty certain that this was the last of Harry Blank.

after undergoing every kind of punishment that could be devised by those in charge, came under a similar treatment, with equally good results. Without question a good work could be done by chaplains at such military posts, were they assigned to them.

A pleasant little experiment was instituted here by our protégé, Harry, which shows him possessed of something like the Mark Tapleyan philosophy-to be jolly under the most adverse circumstances. Harry desired the luxury of a bath at the sea-side during the great heat of the summer, and obtained permission to indulge therein under the eye of the sentinel, though the commandant pointed significantly at the "jewels" on his legs. On reaching the wharf Blank seized a stick of cord-wood, threw the chain over it with a turn or two to make secure, and shoved off into deep water for a swim, much to the surprise and amusement of the crowd, and much to the horror of the sentry, Another prisoner, of the opposite character who feared that his charge had "exceeded in-a perverse, stubborn, dangerous character-structions."

FROM the green hollows of the sea
Where, half the circle of the hours,
The sheltering waves flowed over me,
I rose, and sought my skyey bowers.
The happy west winds blew about
Their sweetest airs-the trumpets they
When all the serried spears of day

Went bristling down their lofty rout,
Beneath vast oriflammes tossed out
In rippling interchange to greet me;
While pale glad stars thronged forth to meet me
With silvery-fine aerial shout;

And swift the news from sky to sky was blown,
And all the arch of heaven I made my own!

O though thus regent of the dusky deep,
Witch of its mysteries, while every blush
That on my cheek's swart outline fain would sleep
Dies 'neath my listless eyes' exceeding hush,
Yet toward the limit of my power I sweep.
At last, with all my creeping scouts withdrawn,

I hang and listen for some sound of doom,
Some far faint voice of morning and of bloom-
A rustle in the nest beside the sheaf,

A dropping of the dew from leaf to leaf-
When underneath the shadows stirs the dawn.
Ay me! our frosty argents tarnished are!

Reel fast, my realm, from your sublime adorning,
Divided sceptre yield with sullen scorning,
Challenge the east from farthest gorge and scaur!
Yet, alas! gulfed within the primal charm,
Twilight must simmer to a golden calm,
And ye, a silent spectral host, must fleet,
Hurled headlong in precipitous retreat
Down huge abysses black with sudden yawning,
The great shield of the sea upon your arm,
Tossing above tumultuous spume and barm

Till orient winds blow all the heavens sweet.
When, climbing opaline slopes, a star

Leans on resplendent battlements of warning, With glittering spear and casque, looks from afar O'er the serene of morning!

Indeed, for the romance of travel, we may as well concede that the surface of our present establishment is about used up, and until the coming man discovers a practicable entrance to the interior, or perfects aerial navigation sufficiently to enable us to visit our neighboring Lunatics, the tourist may as well lay aside pen and pencil, take half a dozen magazines and newspapers, light his pipe, and imitate the clever M. Gonzalez with his "Voyages en Pantoufles."

York.

When the tourist, on taking up his staff and scrip, or settling himself in his dug-out for an excursion, was stimulated by the reasonable In accordance with the foregoing reflections hope of seeing something new under the sun; we had sat down in our slippers, lighted our pipe, in the days when Jason went in search of the and cut the leaves of our fresh magazine, when golden fleece; when sage Ulysses spent so many the mail brought us an invitation to visit the adventurous years paddling about in that shal-region of the minor lakes in Western New low puddle, the Mediterranean; when the pious Eneas made that famous subterranean journey to explore a country which the pious folks of the present day are not supposed to visit; when traveled Herodotus told his entertaining stories; and when, instead of one great overshadowing publishing concern, every prince and hero entertained a "Harper" of his own to publish his life and actions, not in cloth and gilt bound volumes, to be sneered at and discredited by unfriendly and hireling critics, but issued viva voce at high festivals and jolly suppers, to audiences filled with meat and drink and amiable credulity.

Those were, indeed, the days for travelers, bards, historians, and all other professors of the imaginative arts. But since the insatiable Anglo-Saxon has done our world so thoroughly, where shall we direct our restless steps with the rational hope of discovering a novelty, or what ⚫ chance for indulgence in the poetic luxury of aberration, when any free-school brat ny question your facts or criticise your geography?

At the reading the air was balmy with the buds and blossoms of early May; the bluebirds warbled lovingly as they worked at their cottage-building in the eaves; and boon Nature seemed to have put on all her blandishments to induce acceptance.

Then we were promised a select company in a special car. Among the excursionists there would be editors, artists, clergymen, scholars, poets, and philosophers, such as travel to gather ideas rather than dimes; men who live and labor to develop the true, the beautiful, the elevated, rather than to heap up the mere means of living; whose labors are so often futile and whose lives failures for lack of those very means, which old Gradgrind accumulates so easily, and don't know how to spend.

We were to meet in Baltimore, at the dépôt of the Northern Central Railroad, on Monday, the 9th of May. The hour of starting 12.40 by bell and whistle. Accepted.

All aboard! Fizzle-squeak-ding-dong- and hearts both blind to its greatest beauties rumble-rumble, and away we go, out of the and highest enjoyments; or if they look at all, hurry-skurry, smoke, and suffocation of the dé- it is, through a gimlet-hole, at such objects only pôt into the open air and sunlight. Puffing as may be connected with their own narrow ocand rolling onward through the long, weari-cupations and interests. Thus, while our unsome vistas of brick and mortar streets, until tiring Yankee has pretty thoroughly reconnoiat length, the dusty corporation limits passed, tered the agricultural, mineral, manufacturing, our noses scent the incense-laden breath of the commercial, and gullible capacities of our broad country. The free, buxom, artless country, all inheritance, called (why mince matters ?) "the buds and blossoms and blushes, like a May Western Continent, its nobler resources and queen-her bashful charms enhanced by a thin attractions are so commonly ignored that the veil of violet haze, whose transparency but stim-tourist, with artistic and poetic eyes, in passing ulates the ardent glances of her accepted lover, the sun.

Reclining on spring-cushioned, cut velvet seats, realizing the luxury, if not the poetry, of motion, our excursionists revel in the perfumed atmosphere and tender-tinted landscapes, diluted a little and the garishness toned down by dense clouds of tobacco smoke, and express their æsthetic emotions in stenographic phraseology.

"Fine day." "Very."

"Nice weather." "Hottish."

Puff; puff. "Cigar?"

"Thank you, no-prefer a pipe." Puff; puff.

"What baskets are those?"

"Grub."

"And the bottles?"

"Ale and Bourbon."

"Ah! how invigorating and appetizing!" "What? pure country air and water? Try this ale-with a toast:

'A country duck,

But a city cook.

Here's another to the same purpose: 'A country lass

In a city dress.""

through regions which have been pastured, plowed, catacombed with mines, gridironed with railroads, and smoked by factory chimneys for years, stumbles continually upon delightful surprises, natural picture-galleries of exquisite beauty and surpassing grandeur, of which the world has never heard, and which are scarcely known, much less appreciated, by the busy muck-rakes in their immediate vicinity.

Thus, in sweeping across Central Pennsylvania, we saw a region teeming with intelligent industry and material wealth, covered with wellcultivated farms, and dotted with thriving villages and stately cities. We had heard of these things, boastfully reiterated, and were not disappointed. But we had in additionwhat we had never heard talked of-a succession of the most beautiful scenic pictures that ever regaled the eye of an artist or warmed the fancy of a poet. We do not remember to have seen any where a panorama superior to that exhibited by the broad Susquehanna, with its green islands, limpid waters, and blue mountain embankments. As we glided smoothly and rapidly along the well-conducted thoroughfare, it was enjoyable as an opium dream to watch how each vanishing picture was replaced by another equally charming ere one had time to regret its passage.

It was, indeed, quite equal to standing on a corner in Charles Street, on a pleasant afternoon, with a full stream of Baltimore beauties flowing along the sidewalks.

But, like the light skirmishing which preludes the general engagement, this presently closed in more earnest conversation; for our company was composed of men of travel, elegant culture, and varied abilities-many-sided men, as the Germans call them, who are readily jostled into social congruity, whose characteristic angularities are easily adjusted, like hexagonal figures; whose differences and dogmatisms were domineered and harmonized by a mysterious sympathy, like that which unites the votaries of a common religion. Fellow-worshipers at the shrine of the beautiful, this sweet May day was dedicated to their divinity. The universal majesty, before whom all conceits, prejudices, and opinions bend the knee; in whose homage all ages, languages, and civilizations unite; at the gates of whose temple all the ascending paths of human progress must finally meet; in whose service all sincere and honorable working on saw-mills and the lumber trade. ers, whether in politics, society, science, art, or religion, are brethren.

Having left York, Harrisburg, and Sunbury behind, evening overtook us as we approached Williamsport, one hundred and seventy-eight miles distant from our starting-point.

There is a limit to all emotions, even to our purest and most healthful enjoyments, and we experienced a certain sense of relief when Mother Night kindly drew her curtain over the pictures.

Most people go through the world with eyes

We had seen quite enough for one day, and having switched off in front of the Herdic House, we land and say good-by until to-morrow morning.

This elegant railroad hotel and summer resort is the nucleus of a handsomely improved suburb of Williamsport-a town of fifteen or twenty thousand inhabitants, living and thriv

In size and appointments the Herdic compares with our first-class city hotels, with the advantage, however, of being located in the

Rising from the valley by the inclined planes we cross a summit level which shows us a more open and cultivated country, with a wider horizon, and divers freshlooking villages, with an inordinate proportion of church steeples.

At length we find ourselves in the State of New York, and, during a brief stoppage, catch a glimpse of Elmira, a beautiful town with whole streets of handsome villas and ornate cottages embowered in trees and blooming shrubbery.

Anon we enter the Slashes, at the head of Seneca Lake, and after running for several miles through water up to the hubs of the car-wheels, emerge at Watkins.

This pretty village stands high and dry at the head of lake navigation, overlooking the submerged meadows through which we had trayeled, and commanding a charming view

midst of an extensive and umbrageous park, | of the lake and the grand amphitheatre of hills where its guests may sit in the shade and in- which encircle its head waters. dulge in rural conceits, uninterrupted by the harsh screaming of the locomotives; for here all movements of trains are arranged by silent signals-which may be noted, by-the-way, as an advance toward a higher civilization in railway management.

After a night's repose and a solid breakfast we took the road again, leaving the Susquehanna and running up the fertile and picturesque valley of the Lycoming.

The look-out in every direction was pleasant, and the air hazy with the perfume of flowers and blooming orchards. Seneca, like a blue mirror framed in gently sloping hills, is "beautiful exceedingly;" but we had by this time become familiarized with pretty things, and enjoyed it mildly. Dinner was served, and after that we sallied' forth to see the village wonder -the Glen.

Our route led us directly up the main street of the town, with pretty cottages and ornamented grounds on either side. The surrounding country appeared so smooth-featured that we wondered, as we walked, where those sayage scenes, vaguely described to us, could be

As we ascend, the hills grow wilder and more abrupt, the valley more limited, and the scenery, although still charming, loses much of its breadth and grandeur. On this portion of the route there are numerous summer resorts, which offer mineral waters, pure air, and trout-located. fishing to the wearied cit who would escape for a season from the heat and business of the town. At Hinnequa, the most ambitious of these hotels, the attractions consist of a sulphur spring and a bear-the water weakly mineralized, and the bear rather small and uninteresting.

About half a mile from our hotel we reached a bridge spanning a limpid stream. Looking to the right, a quarter of a mile distant, we perceive this stream issues from a cavernous opening at the base of a perpendicular cliff some three hundred feet in height above the road.

As we approach nearer we see a steep rustic

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