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Pause by some neglected grave-yard
For awhile to muse, and ponder
On a half-effaced inscription,

Written with little skill of song-craft,
Homely phrases, but each letter

Full of hope and yet of heart-break, Full of all the tender pathos

Of the Here and the Hereafter; Stay and read this rude inscription, Read this Song of HIAWATHA!'

Observe this beautiful picture of taking a deer in the depth of the forest. The lines we have intensified are an exact description of a deer we once encountered in the middle of the east branch of the Calicoon, in Sullivan county, what time our friends C. M. L., and GIDEON Z-, Jr., and 'ourself' were 'bringing frequently up' the crimson-spotted trout:

AND the rabbit from his pathway Leaped aside, and at a distance Sat erect upon his haunches, Half in fear and half in frolic, Saying to the little hunter, 'Do not shoot me, HIAWATHA!'

'But he heeded not, nor heard them,
For his thoughts were with the red deer;
On their tracks his eyes were fastened,
Leading downward to the river,
To the ford across the river,
And as one in slumber walked he.

'Hidden in the alder bushes,
There he waited till the deer came,
Till he saw two antlers lifted,
Saw two eyes look from the thicket,.
Saw two nostrils point to windward,
And a deer came down the pathway,
Flecked with leafy light and shadow.
And his heart within him fluttered,

Trembled like the leaves above him,
Like the birch-leaf palpitated,

As the deer came down the pathway.

"Then upon one knee uprising,
HIAWATHA aimed an arrow;
Scarce a twig moved with his motion,
Scarce a leaf was stirred or rustled,
But the wary roebuck started,
Stamped with all his hoofs together,
Listened with one foot uplifted,
Leaped as if to meet the arrow;
Ah the singing, fatal arrow,
Like a wasp it buzzed and stung him!

'Dead he lay there in the forest,
By the ford across the river;
Beat his timid heart no longer;
But the heart of HIAWATHA
Throbbed and shouted and exulted,
As he bore the red deer homeward,
And LAGOO and NOKOMIS
Hailed his coming with applause.'

early transmission of our California space, to do justice to this beautiful extracts for the present. We hope to

We go early to press, to secure the edition, and have little time, and less poem. The subjoined must close our be able to revert again to the volume. In the mean time, read this description of a famine, which brings desolation upon the home of HIAWATHA :

'On! the long and dreary winter!
Oh! the cold and cruel winter!
Ever thicker, thicker, thicker
Froze the ice on lake and river,
Ever deeper, deeper, deeper
Fell the snow o'er all the landscape,
Fell the covering snow, and drifted
Through the forest, round the village.

'Hardly from his buried wigwam

Could the hunter force a passage;
With his mittens and his snow-shoes
Vainly walked he through the forest,
Sought for bird or beast and found none,
Saw no track of deer or rabbit,
In the snow beheld no footprints,
In the ghastly, gleaming forest
Fell, and could not rise from weakness,
Perished there from cold and hunger.

'O the famine and the fever!

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O the wailing of the children!
O the anguish of the women!

All the earth was sick and famished;
Hungry was the air around them,
Hungry was the sky above them,
And the hungry stars in heaven
Like the eyes of wolves glared at them!

Into HIAWATHA'S wigwam
Came two other guests, as silent
As the ghosts were, and as gloomy;
Waited not to be invited,
Did not parley at the doorway,
Sat there without word of welcome
In the seat of LAUGHING WATER;
Looked with haggard eyes and hollow
At the face of LAUGHING WATER.

And the foremost said: 'Behold me!
I am Famine, BUKADAWIN!'

And the other said: 'Behold me!
I am Fever, АHKOSEWIN!'

And the lovely MINNEHAHA
Shuddered as they looked upon her,
Shuddered at the words they uttered,
Lay down on her bed in silence,
Hid her face, but made no answer;
Lay there trembling, freezing, burning
At the looks they cast upon her,
At the fearful words they uttered.

'Forth into the empty forest
Rushed the maddened HIAWATHA;
In his heart was deadly sorrow,
In his face of stony firmness;
On his brow the sweat of anguish
Started, but it froze and fell not.

Wrapped in furs and armed for hunting,
With his mighty bow of ash-tree,
With his quiver full of arrows,
With his mittens, MINJEKAHWUN,
Into the vast and vacant forest
On his snow-shoes strode he forward.

'GITCHE MANITO, the Mighty!' Cried he with his face uplifted In that bitter hour of anguish. 'Give your children food, O FATHER! Give us food, or we must perish! Give me food for MINNEHAHA, For my dying MINNEHAHA!'

"Through the far-resounding forest, Through the forest vast and vacant, Rang the cry of desolation; But there came no other answer Than the echo of his crying, Than the echo of the woodlands, 'MINNEHAHA! MINNEHAHA!'

'All day long roved HIAWATHA
In that melancholy forest,
Through the shadow of whose thickets,
In the pleasant days of summer,
Of that ne'er forgotten summer,
He had brought his young wife homeward
From the land of the Dacotahs;
When the birds sang in the thickets,
And the streamlets laughed and glistened,
And the air was full of fragrance,
And the lovely LAUGHING WATER
Said with voice that did not tremble,
'I will follow you, my husband!'

'In the wigwam with NOкOMIS,

With these gloomy guests that watched her,

With the Famine and the Fever

She was lying, the beloved,

She the dying MINNEHAHA.

'Hark!' she said; 'I hear a rushing, Hear a roaring and a rushing, Hear the Falls of Minnehaha Calling to me from a distance.' 'No, my child,' said old NoкOMIS, "Tis the night-wind in the pine-trees!'

'Look!' she said; 'I see my father Standing lonely at his door-way, Beckoning to me from his wigwam, In the land of the Dacotahs!" 'No, my child,' said old NOKOMIS, 'Tis the smoke that waves and beckons.'

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'And he rushed into the wigwam,
Saw the old NOKOMIS Slowly
Rocking to-and-fro, and moaning,
Saw his lovely MINNEHAHA
Lying dead and cold before him;
And his burning heart within him
Uttered such a cry of anguish,
That the forest moaned and shuddered,
That the very stars in heaven
Shook and trembled with his anguish.

Then he sat down, still and speechless,
On the bed of MINNEHAHA,

At the feet of LAUGHING WATER,
At those willing feet, that never
More would lightly run to meet him,
Never more would lightly follow.

With both hands his face be covered,
Seven long days and nights he sat there,
As if in a swoon he sat there,
Speechless, motionless, unconscious
Of the daylight or the darkness.'

It is scarcely necessary to say, of a work from the press of Messrs. TickNOR AND FIELDS, that its typographical execution is all that could be desired by the most fastidious reader.

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A GLANCE A HUNDRED YEARS AHEAD. Our friend General MORRIS, of the 'Home Journal,' has been delving among the old newspapers of England, as far back as 1643, and has quoted from a London 'History of Newspapers' a very amusing collection of advertisements of that remote period. Suppose we reverse this order, and quote from a London newspaper a hundred years hence? We can do it: for there lies on our table a copy of the London Times for 'January 6, 1950,' a perfect fac simile, in every respect, in type, paper, print, and arrangement, of that world-renowned newspaper. We extract a few of the advertisements: commencing with those which indicate the great advances that are to be made in locomotion. And after all, are these much more wonderful than the prediction, a hundred years since, of steam-boats, rail-roads, and the electric telegraph, would have been? 'Onward!' is the great watchword of the age:

FOR

OR BOMBAY DIRECT. The Original NASSAU BALLOON leaves Vauxhall New Town, (the once royal property,) Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, returning every Thursday, Saturday, and Tuesday. Fares:- Car, an Albert; Bird-cage, a Victoria-and-a-half; on the Wings, Half-an-Albert. The Director of this highly popular and much patronized conveyance, begs to assure the public that he still continues to soar higher than any ærial machinist whatever, performing the whole distance in the quickest possible time and with the least motion. For the safety of his passengers, he hereby warns all persons against flying kites, letting off rockets, or holding umbrellas, at more than one mile from the earth, as it is his intention to drop down upon all offenders. No smoking allowed in the Bird-cage.

RAPI

APID COMMUNICATION WITH INDIA.-The Ærial Ship, the 'Highflyer,' Capt. Bolt, takes wing positively on Monday next, from the Terminus at Old Nelson Column, Trafalgar Square. The 'Highflyer' is a safety ship, but guaranteed by its owners to perform the journey almost as quick as the Mails. For freight or passage, apply to the Captain on board.

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MIGRATION to the ANTIPODES.-For CANDAHAR GULF, and PORT PROSERPINE. — Regular tubes descend through the earth to these celebrated places every Tuesday. These very superior tubes are fitted up expressly for the comfort and accommodation of levellers, with separate mouths for families and married people. There is a library in the leather, and the passage is thoroughly lighted and ventilated. For descent or plunge, apply to R. R. Boreham, Great Tower Street.

THE

HE POSTMASTER-GENERAL HEREBY GIVES NOTICE, That Tenders will be received for the Supply of Balloons for the conveyance of the Royal

Mails to and from the East-Indies: each of the said balloons to be provided with six parachutes for sending down bags of letters and passengers, severally, at the WestIndian Islands, St. Helena, the Cape of Good Hope, Madagascar, Mauritius Islands, and Ceylon, the final destination being Bombay: and security will be required for the due performance of the voyage to and from the several places, once in every twentyfour hours.

Improvements in locomotion have increased to such a degree, that the horse has become obsolete, and a rare curiosity:

SINGULAR CURIOSITY.-To be seen alive, at 229 New Regent Street,

a remarkably fine specimen of that noble animal, the Horse. It is perfectly tame and docile, and is supposed to be the last of that species which formerly drew the cabs, broughams, etc., of the metropolis. As this extraordinary animal will not long remain in London, an early visit is suggested, it being the Proprietor's intention to exhibit the horse in the Provinces. Admission- Front Seats, 2s. Back ditto, 1s. Visitors are allowed to mount, as a real saddle has been borrowed for the occasion, from the British Museum.

It might have been hoped that a hundred years would have made a great difference between the kind of treatment that governesses now receive in London, and that which ought to ‘obtain' at a more enlightened and liberal period. But it would seem that 'progress' in this respect must still be 'behind the age,' no matter how distant:

WANTED, AN ACCOMPLISHED INSTRUCTRESS, to take the en

tire charge of the moral, physical, and mental powers of Two Young Ladies, ages nine months and twenty months. She must be competent to instil into the young mind all the fashionable attainments, viz.. Greek, Latin, German, Italian, (French, now vulgar, will not be desirable.) Chinese, and Nepaulese, will be amongst the requisites. It will be absolutely necessary that the applicant be well versed in the classics, metaphysics, gymnastics, acoustics, geometry, astrology, philosophy, mental, natural, and revealed; trigonometry, topography, theology, cosmography, astronomy, etc. Algebra mathematics, with mental arithmetic, according to Cocker. Amongst her accomplishments, she will be required to give instruction on the concertina, kettle-drums, corneta-dames, and organ, with vocal accompaniment. Painting in Eau de Cologne, galvanicelectro-steam, and atmospheric high paessure, with all the recent improvements in gutta percha flower making. She must be of an amiable disposition, agreeable manners, and an attractive person. (No one with large feet or red hands need apply.) Drect, Mrs. Forceplant, High-Pressure Terrace, Greenwich. Salary paid in silver, or copper if preferred.

We have thought our own establishment to be somewhat extensive, and our means of multiplying printed sheets by no means limited; but the distint Times outstrips us, at least for the present.

It is worthy of remark, and will not fail to be remarked, 'that the style of 'The Thunderer,' especially when speaking of itself, its influence, and its circulation, is imitated to perfection:

'Ix these days of progress let us sneer at nothing because it is new; we may smile and doubt, but still let us- -think! Nearly two centuries have passed since our journal first started into existence; and, during that brief period, we have chronicled changes, and improvements, which have shaken the earth to its very centre. We now print off more than one million copies of the Times newspaper per day, and are enabled to effect this great desideratum by means of air-pressure, which has completely superseded the use and power of steam. We now blow off fifty times the number of impressions we were formerly enabled to do by the then all-powerful use of steam. But even this is nothing, compared to what we are preparing to effect for our readers in future. Within one little week from the present date we shall despatch our broad-sheet to the remotest corner of the habitable world, within fifteen minutes from the time of its leaving Printing-House-Square. The number of impressions required to be worked for the supply of all the earth, will be, as our readers are aware, almost incalculable; but we have entered into an arrangement for the construction of a cylinder, which is to throw

off 5,000,000 copies per hour. The sceptical may perhaps deem this an exaggerated statement. Let them do so. We say that we are about to achieve this miracle; and what the Times promises it always performs. But it may be said that the thing is impossible. The same observation has been made from time to time upon any advance in art or science. Little progress is made without perseverance. The man who invented printing was burned for a wizard: the first applier of gas was neglected, and starved on a dunghill; and the first English maker of a steam-packet was treated as a mere visionary, although he happily lived to see his model cross the Atlantic! Again, we say, Readers, smile, if you will, and doubt -- but think. As sure as the sun rises in the east, and sinks in the west, we will perform what we promise. Every day is suggestive of some important improvement in our present wonderful machinery; and we will not rest upon our oars until we have annihilated both time and space.'

By-and-by, 'when a hundred years are gone,' some then 'old NewYorker' may be turning over the leaves of an ancient Magazine known in its day as 'THE Knickerbocker,' and may wonder why any one could ever have doubted that all this should have been true!

INTERESTING AND PEPPERY CORRESPONDENCE. - -The following correspondence will speak for itself. It is the first time Mr. PEPPER has lately appeared before the public without the intervention of Mr. PODD. We think we can see that appreciative gentleman's eyes glisten, as he reads the glowing epistle of his revered relative and friend:

'Philadelphia, Nov. 8, 1855. 'DEAR MR. PEPPER: For so your woes have made you to every feeling heart. Your last letter in the KNICK apprises me that you are very near me, even in NewYork, and so may hear the whisper that I am going to pop into your ear. Will you be angry? Pray do not; remember 'tis the penalty of genius to attract interest, and forgive me, won't you, when I ask you if you won't write an auto-biography of your dear self for the KNICK? I mean up to the time when you met that 'destroying angel' of your peace, namely, 'HANAH GANE;' and give us a pen-and-ink daguerre of the said angel and of yourself. Now don't be modest — modesty is so outre now-a-days. Why, bless you, no body's modest at all except MODESTY herself. So, darling Mr. PEPPER, give us your life. I'm curious - always was-am sure I always expect to be; and all my sisters are: so are my brothers. But they're more 'cute, and go round and round till, if you're not sharp, you can't tell what they're driving at. Now I know some that forget it themselves. I am not generally 'onhappy' like poor Miss 'TOOTY,' for I laugh all day long; and I'm very well pleased with life and things around me; so I'm afraid you 'll think I'm unappreciative, but indeed I'm not. I feel very sorry for you: but how funny it was to keep a puff-comb for a gage d'amour. I'm sure if some body should keep one of mine I'd be vexed. By-the-by, some body is so nice, and has the very darlingest moustache. Have you a moustache? I suppose so, for all lions are generally abundant in hair, 'specially about the head. You must not think I don't appreciate you; I am most as sorry as I was the other day when I got the KNICKERBOCKER, and saw that elegant-looking gentleman, Mr. CLARK (I could have kissed him, if he had complied with my request) had not put any of my contributions in. Brother HARRY said I cried. I don't remember that, but I remember laughing at your letter, with its amusing descriptions of New-York. Oh! I'm wandering from the

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