Year: 1861

appointed to ransack the village for means o

 transportation. Shade of Bucephalus wha

 nags were found And what wagons were

 wheeled out! The cavalcaIle, as near as re

 collect was arranged as follows My humble

 self led the van, astride an ancient pony i'm

 pressed from the town common; pony whose age was theme of traditionary discussion 1T Whitesboro. and whose iniquities had developed and matured with his years. Next came de mocrat wagon,' as rheumatic as democratic with three seats and nine occupants, propelled by pair of lugubrious mules, with rldlcuously sllm tails and magnifcently large ears then came our mad wag, Charley Foster, seated in gorgeous state'in doctors sulkey an emaclated Ma]ol Edsonian concern, that looked like the skeleton Of vehicle that might have fourlshed grandly ill the previous century, and was drawn by spectral horse eighteen hands high, with bones like a mastodon's: next came family carriage with its centre of gravity six feet from the ground : next two buggies of more modern pre-. tensions and last of all, a solitary horsman without any saddle. You may suppose that the procession naturally elicitea the wonder of the good farmers who were hoeing corn in the val ley of the Mohawk; and that children from school-houses, and rosy lasses from dairies ran out to stare at us. We got on so bravely, that just as the sun was kissing the hilltops that en- circle Trenton, we entered in imposing phalanx the fine grounds of mine host Moore. The dust of travel brushed off and washed down, and a good supper discussed, and we were oil to sec the Falls.

 Have you ever been to Trenton? No? Then go next summer by all means. My friend De- lia used to say, it's sweet place. Did you ever see humorous rustic present to young l,t, rbolo bord ,,no,,,l-;n and watch the p1- ger manner in which the ravenous beast would roll the huge fruit around and lick it, and bite it, and at last with impotent rage, give it a great toss, and run away in much disgust? That IS my idea of Niagara. It is too great and hard. cannot get hold of it, and give it up in de- spair. But Trenton is pleasantly sliced up in four or five different cataracts, and can ruml- nate over it leisurey

 For description of the sight that met us as we reached the foot of the long staircase, l must refer you to Nat Willis's charming letters. It was exceedingly beautiful. The moon, lit tie past the full, was hanging just over the gorge and her mellow light came dripping in silver shower through the trees that overhang the walls of rock on either side. Past us, as we threaded the narrow path leading up the glen, swift and mysterious as Alph the sacred river. ! rocks. and fought their way desperately; there they gained the victory, and rolled on in great battalion over the ledge of the first cascade. walk of halfa-mile through this wonderful corri- dor brought us to an amphitheatre, hewn out in some pre-Adalnite convulsion, where the huge rock-seats scattered about suggested that we should sit down and enjoy the prospect costly. had strayed off from the company in search of an eleebe slate-sofa, when my attention was attracted by a pleasant sight--a young lady sit ting alone at q little distance, and looking as romantic as you choose. Of course made It necessary to pass her in search for a seat. As approached she turned her face toward me in

 the full nlooI! light. Judge of my surprise, i'll. niy confusion. ily tempest of emotlons. could have sunk into the ground bat fortunately the foundation where l stood was very finty. She lacked it me a moment inqhirhgy with the same glance ot earnestquestioning she had given me a year before.

 ,john?

 sNelly!'

 And then, as she rose up, blessed ray of for gvenrss wreathed her face with roses, and H.

 unneI it like glory.

 Dear John-'

 Dearest Nelly"

 I forgot for time the beauties of Nature as manifested in moon and cataract. for there was lVi9 beauty ana Soouhess ne''fef to Hie cEaspea in my unworthy arms and all Was forgotten that was gloomy and cruel in the past and all that was hopeful for present and future stood revealed in the light of love and faith. o my friend there are times when decade of years is distilled so that we sip, its pleasures ill an hours space. For such an hour, Nelly and 1 sat down on the broad slate rock, by the rushing river, and talked together of the past and the future She had nothing to say about herself, except that she had never received my letter, and that her poor father was dead, and had left her quite alone. I would protect her? That she was travelling with some friends at present; she had been very sad for year past yet had hoped to see me again; and was very happy now. Would forgive her those unkind words spoken in haste? She would never speak un- kindly to me again.

 And she never has spoken aught to mo, Will, but words of honest, devoted affection. 1 wish were more worthy of her than am.