"Stop!" I cried, "they are not a particle | in which the Victor of New-Orleans, with better or worse than the rest." "No; there you are right." "Well then! At six o'clock, I have promised to come to tea. Will you go? I'll introduce you." "I know them-I know them. I go on condition that within three days you leave New-York with me." "If I don't marry," I added. "Bah!" was the reply. I must confess, that the satire of my friend, and even my own had startled me somewhat, yet not much. But then, who in this mad New-York, this merry American Paris, could come to sober thoughtshere, where it certainly does not, as in trans-Atlantic cities, rain wine from fountains and sausages from trees for the people one day, and cartridges from muskets the next; but where one can live just as merrily and pleasantly, with the only difference that the New-Yorkers look up to wealth a little more fawningly. his war-steed, was represented at one time like a Goliath-at another, like Cincinnatus following his plough. Adams-men, on their side, however, did not neglect to furnish counterpieces in real Nuremberg fashion, representing Old Hickory with daggers and pistols, dispatching a few dozen free citizens to the next world. A lively "Hurrah for Jackson!" sounding up Murray-street, indicates something new. The scene is, indeed, unique. Some forty hack-drivers are marching in procession toward the Park, with the most extraordinary cavalcade flanking them that mortal ever looked upon. Sunburnt, brawny men ride two or three at a time upon the same horse, climbing up and tumbling off alternately. Every fall of the awkward cavaliers is accompanied by a loud huzzah from the multitude, that makes the windows rattle. All possible styles of dress distinguish these mounted tars-pitch-black hats, caps, jackets, and trowsers. One is dressed in a fashionable frock; another in a "Tom-and-Jerry," which has just found its way from Chatham-street to his back; a third shines in a roundabout of fiery red: altogether, the the most crazy, variegated mass that ever was congregated. They are the crew of the frigate Constitution, who have been called in and paid off this morning, laboring with all their might to relieve them-" selves of the five or six hundred dollars which each of them has accumulated during the three years' cruise. A stranger observing this merry mass passing along, amid noise, yelling, and shouting, each with a fair damsel by his side, and bawling as if he would burst his lungs, must form rather a queer opinion of our city police. But this does no harm. These are men who certainly have never read Julius Cæsar or Cornelius Nepos; but their hearts beat quite as warmly for their country as if they had been familiar with the heroes of Plutarch. Show them a British frigate, and they will treat it as true freemen will always treat the pride of dull and servile My shoemaker looked at me the other mercenaries. Let the storm burst upon day, with so much importance, that I al- them, and they will stand like rocks amid most supposed he also had an eye to the the roar of the tempest, hanging, perhaps, twenty-five thousand dollars; and certainly to the frozen sail, their hands and feet the good fellow had gained something; he clinging, benumbed, to the cable; and if, had been chosen to assist in guiding the amid the breaking timbers and the waves rudder of State at Albany. Even his rushing in, they sink in the bottomless shamefully neglected art had to contribute abyss, their last thought will be of their to increase the splendor of the political country's glory. Such men deserve to drama, and all the head-quarters of the enjoy themselves in their own way. They victorious and conquered parties, were will again become sober, without police, hung round with immense transparencies, gens-d'armes, or watch-house. Their This, in fact, is our great political arcanum, the most certain preventive against showers, cither of wine or cartridges. Probatum est. Yes, they are a sanguine pushing people, thesc New-Yorkers, who live and let live, acquire gold by the peck, and spend by the bushel. They will not let a man come to himself. Even the calculating Yankeeism of Boston, and the Quakerism of Philadelphia, change here, and one would think that whole continents lay between the flat, plain, quiet quaker city-where watchmen have to wear sheepskin soles to their shoes, lest they should disturb the slumbers of the dear citizens, and their still dearer wives--and merry bustling, noisy New-York. During the last eight days it has been lively beyond all measure. Presidential, gubernatorial, and municipal elections have put the three hundred thousand souls, of which the high and low world is composed, into such a commotion, that it has been impossible to obtain a coat or inexpressibles, honorable tradesmen being too much occupied with the common welfare. "Yes; you are right." "And I have the advantage, that the girl loves me." "Pa, ma, and the girl, all love me." "No!" "Poor Howard!" he laughed. the same enterprise succeeded at the Tren- As I was wending my way, absorbed in thought, past Trinity church into Wallstreet, I met Stanton, my partner in misfortune. The sorrowful countenance of the poor Yankee, almost made me laugh outright. This is an augur, I thought, as he came up to inform me that "the weather is fine," and to offer me a mouthful of his chewing tobacco. It really appeared inexplicably strange, I said, that the æsthetic, delicate Margaret would endure such a thing. "Yes," he replied, after ruminating for a moment; "Moreland chews also." 66 Yes; but he has five hundred thousand dollars, and they sweeten the poison." "Alas!" he sighed. "Don't lose courage," I said to him; "Bowsends is rich.' The man shook his head. "Two hundred thousand, it is said; but to-morrow, perhaps, he will not be worth twenty. You know our New-Yorkers. The show is great; but if he gets his daughters off his hands, he will certainly fail within a week." "To come out the more gloriously next year," was my consolation. "Go to the devil!" I added, laughing. We had thus talked away a pleasant quarter of an hour, when a coach came up from Greenwich-street, containing a person whom I thought I recognized. Öne of the Philadelphia steamers had just arrived. I walked on. 66 Stop!" cried the new-comer. Stop!" I repeated, hurrying to the coach. It was Richard, the friend of my youth, at school and at college; and, moreover, my neighbor, born within twenty, and residing within a hundred and seventy miles of me. I took my leave of poor Stanton, entered the coach, and we rolled up Broadway toward the American Hotel. "But for Heaven's sake, George!" said my friend, when we were seated in his room," what are you doing here? Have you forgotten your friends, your house, plantation, and all? You have been away these eleven months." "I have been courting, my dear fellow the mark than I was the first day!" I re-courting, without being a whit nearer plied. Bowsends'? Poor boy! What would you “It is true, then, that you are caught at do with this doll, who has not even the patience to read a novel of Cooper through— who, in her twelfth year, knew Tom Moore by heart-who has studied geography and and Byron, excepting perhaps Don Juan, Cartoons of Raphael; but, on my life, does the globes, astronomy and Cuvier, and the not know whether a veal-cutlet comes from "Yes, that might be so," said the Yankee. "Well, well," I replied, laughing, "with an easy conscience like yours, you will not beef or pork-who would boil tea like cabwant. Meanwhile, do you take the lan-bage, and pickle eggs in German crout!" guishing Margaret, and share the enviable lot of your fellow-citizens: go of a morning to the Washington market, with a tin box or a white basket, and bring home potatoes and salt mackerel for the table of your slumbering wife-a favor which she will condescend to acknowledge by pouring out a cup of bohea for you, with her own fairy hand. This will be an excellent antidote against dyspepsy." "You are malicious," said poor Stanton. "And you are foolish. A hundred houses are open to a young lawyer like yourself." "And to you, also." I added. she "And who falls into convulsions at the sight of a needle; but that is in the blood," "Yet the boiling and pickling let alone." may "Who does not know," he continued, "whether clothes in washing have to be boiled or roasted." "And who sings like an angel, provided she has not a cold, plays like Orpheus, and dances like a sylph.” "You will grow fat on that," he replied. "I know the family; father and mother are the most miserable, "Stop!" I cried, "they are not a particle in which the Victor of New-Orleans, with better or worse than the rest." “No; there you are right." "Well then! At six o'clock, I have promised to come to tea. Will you go? I'll introduce you." "I know them—I know them. I go on condition that within three days you leave New-York with me." If I don't marry," I added. "Bah!" was the reply. I must confess, that the satire of my friend, and even my own had startled me somewhat, yet not much. But then, who in this mad New-York, this merry American Paris, could come to sober thoughtshere, where it certainly does not, as in trans-Atlantic cities, rain wine from fountains and sausages from trees for the people one day, and cartridges from muskets the next; but where one can live just as merrily and pleasantly, with the only difference that the New-Yorkers look up to wealth a little more fawningly. his war-steed, was represented at one time like a Goliath-at another, like Cincinnatus following his plough. Adams-men, on their side, however, did not neglect to furnish counterpieces in real Nuremberg fashion, representing Old Hickory with daggers and pistols, dispatching a few dozen free citizens to the next world. A lively "Hurrah for Jackson!" sounding up Murray-street, indicates something new. The scene is, indeed, unique. Some forty hack-drivers are marching in procession toward the Park, with the most extraordinary cavalcade flanking them that mortal ever looked upon. Sunburnt, brawny men ride two or three at a time upon the same horse, climbing up and tumbling off alternately. Every fall of the awkward cavaliers is accompanied by a loud huzzah from the multitude, that makes the windows rattle. All possible styles of dress distinguish these mounted tars-pitch-black hats, caps, jackets, and This, in fact, is our great political ar- trowsers. One is dressed in a fashionable canum, the most certain preventive against frock; another in a "Tom-and-Jerry," showers, either of wine or cartridges. which has just found its way from ChatProbatum est. Yes, they are a sanguine ham-street to his back; a third shines in pushing people, these New-Yorkers, who a roundabout of fiery red: altogether, the live and let live, acquire gold by the peck, the most crazy, variegated mass that ever and spend by the bushel. They will not was congregated. They are the crew of let a man come to himself. Even the cal- the frigate Constitution, who have been culating Yankeeism of Boston, and the called in and paid off this morning, laborQuakerism of Philadelphia, change here, ing with all their might to relieve themand one would think that whole continents selves of the five or six hundred dollars lay between the flat, plain, quiet quaker which each of them has accumulated ducity--where watchmen have to wear sheep-ring the three years' cruise. A stranger skin soles to their shoes, lest they should disturb the slumbers of the dear citizens, and their still dearer wives-and merry bustling, noisy New-York. During the last eight days it has been lively beyond all measure. Presidential, gubernatorial, and municipal elections have put the three hun-who certainly have never read Julius Cædred thousand souls, of which the high and low world is composed, into such a commotion, that it has been impossible to obtain a coat or inexpressibles, honorable tradesmen being too much occupied with the common welfare. observing this merry mass passing along, amid noise, yelling, and shouting, each with a fair damsel by his side, and bawling as if he would burst his lungs, must form rather a queer opinion of our city police. But this does no harm. These are men sar or Cornelius Nepos; but their hearts beat quite as warmly for their country as if they had been familiar with the heroes of Plutarch. Show them a British frigate, and they will treat it as true freemen will always treat the pride of dull and servile My shoemaker looked at me the other mercenaries. Let the storm burst upon day, with so much importance, that I al- them, and they will stand like rocks amid most supposed he also had an eye to the the roar of the tempest, hanging, perhaps, twenty-five thousand dollars; and certainly to the frozen sail, their hands and feet the good fellow had gained something; he clinging, benumbed, to the cable; and if, had been chosen to assist in guiding the amid the breaking timbers and the waves rudder of State at Albany. Even his rushing in, they sink in the bottomless shamefully neglected art had to contribute abyss, their last thought will be of their to increase the splendor of the political country's glory. Such men deserve to drama, and all the head-quarters of the enjoy themselves in their own way. They victorious and conquered parties, were will again become sober, without police, hung round with immense transparencies, 1 gens-d'armes, or watch-house. Their rough, unrestrained amusement is not halfened, and the good Moreland stared at the wonderful head-dress, as if it were the dial of a clock. Margaret in a green silk dress, her hair smoothly combed down on both sides of her forehead à la Margarette-we have our own phraseology of fashionlooked pale and resigned, like Jephtha's daughter. A slight tremor was perceptible in her elegant figure, and it was easy to see that she mourned languishingly for her absent swain, and no wonder indeed. What a difference between Moreland, a man of fifty with a red face, who sat there cold, tough, and broad; and the light, dashing Stanton, who lived on oysters and raisins, and, at worst, became intoxicated on one of Bulwer's novels. I had brought the "Tales of a Grandfather" for the delicate Margaret. so dangerous to public morals as your re- "Walter Scott!" she exclaimed with a gentle, melting voice. "Ah! this vulgar man has not a word to say," she whisper "Just wait," I replied. "Such affairs, you know, are generally awkward at first -fear and modesty account for silence." The girl looked at me. She was quite angry. "Cold, heartless scoffer!" she said. Yet what could I have said otherwise? she was so ridiculously sensitive. Richard had meanwhile commenced a conversation with Bowsends. The poor fellow, who did not know that his host was an Adams-man, and had lost five thousand dollars in bets and in attempts to change the opinions of the sovereign people, had informed him that "Old Hickory was about to leave the Hermitage. "The bloodthirsty backwoodsman, half "Costs you a good deal of money," added Moreland, smiling. "And smokes a pipe, like these vulgar Germans," remarked Mrs. Bowsends. "Well, I could not call that vulgar, for the tobacco has quite a different taste," said the unfortunate Moreland. And John Bull, in his stupidity, is aston-horse and half-alligator," interrupted Mr. ished that with our five frigates we should Bowsends. have taken ten of his, and driven him from our seas in two principal battles? He, who sends away his poor sailors with fifteen shillings, and, if they forget themselves a moment, sends them for two or three months into a black hole! We have many faults and are far from being angels, but we have one virtue, which covers a multitude of sins we respect the dignity of man and the rights of citizens; and this has won for us, from the greatest tyrant, the highest earthly boon man ever sought for,---Liberty, in our country and upon our seas. I nudged him with my elbow. "Do you smoke a pipe, Mr. Moreland ?" asked Margaret. The man looked up. This unexpected question confused him; his conscience, however, would not allow him to prevaricate, and he replied: "It tastes so good!" It was six o'clock, when, with Richard, I entered the drawing-room of my future I had anticipated the emotions of this mother-in-law. The good lady almost gentle soul, and leaned my arm across the frightened me, in her new gauze turban, chair just as Arthurine entered. She lookwhich had just arrived by the Henry IV. ed round a moment; but it was too late to It made her look like one of our Mississippi withdraw. She seemed not to observe it; owls. Richard also was perceptibly fright- I nodded merrily to the company, then ran up to Moreland, bid him good evening, inquired about his bets, his ships, his old Tom, and, in short, talked for ten minutes in one breath. Ere Moreland was well aware, his hand was in both of hers. They certainly had been old acquaintances, however; and he might be her grandfather. Margaret, meanwhile, had recovered from her fright. "He smokes a pipe," she whispered to Arthurine, in tones of inconsolable grief. "As his girls," concluded Moreland, who seemed to have looked pretty often at the bottom of his glass. We took the old fellow in our midst, and steered toward his cabin, as he called his really splendid house. "Old Hickory is very popular in Pennsylvania," began Richard again, without "Well, are not these Bowsends exceldreaming of the mischief he had already lent people?" began Moreland, as we done; 66 a farmer of Bedford county has were seated at his table, which was covjust presented him with a barrel of Mo- ered with Lafitte and East India Madeira. nongahela." "The girls are beautiful! Well, well, "That I envy him," exclaimed More-thinks I-I am gradually getting old, but land. 66 A glass of old Monongahela is still fresh, merry, lively, and hearty as a worth its weight in gold." dolphin. Neptune! half-a-dozen girls I could yet This last blow was too much; the delicate nerves of Margaret could bear it no longer; she sank. Luckily I caught her. Tea had just been announced. With the assistance of the servant and the maid, she tottered from the room. "Have you brought her a book ?" asked Arthurine. "Yes, a new novel by Walter Scott." "Oh! then she will recover," said the sister, indifferently. 66 Bury!" I added. 66 Fifty years!" I replied. Yes, certainly; but sound and hardy, none of your spindleshanks, no Stanton "Yes; but he smokes cigars, and not German pipes." 66 Cigars I'll let alone; do you think that for the sake of this Miss, I 'd burn mouth and nose with the infernal stumps ?" "And he drinks no whiskey-he is president of a temperance society!" The nervous beauty once gone, we were silent no longer. Captain Moreland was a merry tar, who had made ten voyages to China, fifteen to Constantinople, twenty to St. Petersburg, and nobody could say how many to Liverpool. He had, moreover, acquired a considerable fortune, which he managed prudently. He was a jovial man of the world, with sound judgment, excepting on one point-the women, of whom he knew about as much as the man in the moon. The attentions of Arthurine, her maidenly modesty, and her lovely charms appeared decidedly to please the old bachelor. There was something so good-hu-plied, mored, so witty, and at the same time so attractive in the eyes of the sweet maiden, that even the cold Richard admired her. "This is really an enchanting girl," he whispered to me. "Hang him!" growled Moreland. would not give up my whiskey for all the girls in Christendom!" "Then they will be sure to faint," I relaughing. “And Margaret !" he burst out. "Ah! then these groans and sighs, the sinking and disappearing were on account of the Monongahela? Whew! no, no, Miss, this is no go. You may swear that ;" and by way of asseveration he emptied his glass, as we also drained ours. "Did I not tell you? Just look how cordially she enters into the old fellow's notions. We laughed and kept it up till after Hours had passed like minutes. Sup-midnight, and I took a great deal of credit per had long been removed, and we began for my diplomatic skill; as we were going to break up, Arthurine significantly press-home, Richard said, I had been rather hard ing my hand, and I was in the ninety- on the old bachelor. ninth heaven. "Then I have delivered poor Margaret from this disagreeable suitor," was my reply. But Richard shook his head. "What |