some admirer of nature, who seems to have had eye for the beauty of utility ! "Hail, lovely Connecticut, who ever hast ran, Giving shad to South Hadley, and pleasure to man Spent at Worcester two delightful days, with more than two delightful friends. Let them be sacred from print! This town is quite inferior to Northampton in natural scenery, and perhaps in the number of magnificent, patriarchal-looking mansions; but it has greatly the advantage of Northampton, in being laid out for the most part in one straight and wide main street, in traversing which, you enjoy all the prettiness of the village at one coup d'œil. Leaving Worcester at sunrise, I walked thirty-two miles that day; and at ten o'clock the next forenoon found myself at home. My absence was ten days. If you have noticed my numerals, gentle reader, you have perceived that I walked on the first day but little more than half as much as on the tenth. Yet, I was less tired at the close of the last day than of the first. So much does simple exercise effect, especially in walking. As the result of my ten days' experience, I would advise any one to perform his journeys, in pleasent weather, on foot -if he be in no great hurry to "arrive the point proposed " -if he like to move now fast, now slow, now here, now there, as the humor may sieze him-if he dislike the trouble of seeing to any other animal than himself if he have a pretty stout pair of legs-if he be troubled with bashfulness. A TALE OF OTHER TIMES. I HAVE been reading tales of chivalry; Tales of the gallant knight and tented field; When for his sword she dictated the motto; No one can have a greater reverence, Of all their arts and powers to tease and vex But from the instance I 'm about to tell Of female tyranny, you must confess, I'll cite you in as few words as I'm able Rich in a flowing wealth of golden hair, Well worthy of some deathless minstrel's rhyme. A sage resided in the court with her, Of hoary locks and wrinkled cheek and brow; And, if I could, it matters little now; Now, was it not, or was it, very strange That this philosopher should fall in love? He did and his attachment knew no change; "T was really such as "saints might feel above"; And for my life I can see no objection The dame could have, to slight his pure affection. She did, however. Once upon a day, The aged man besought her for a kiss, And swore point blank to that lie and to this, On one condition-on his hands and knees And ride upon his back;—he gave her leave! "O father, father, list to me, The Pig is deadly sick, And men have hung him by his heels, It was the bloody butcher then "O Nathan, Nathan, what's a Pig, It was the butcher's daughter then, That sobbed as if her heart would break, And thus she spoke in thrilling tone Fast fell the tear-drops big "Ah, wo is me! alas! alas! The Pig! the Pig! the Pig!" It was the stalwart butcher man Ye need not weep, ye gentle ones, The bright sun folded on his breast And softly over all the West, He slept, and troops of murdered Pigs Loud rang their wild, unearthly shrieks, The clock struck twelve-the dead hath heard, He opened both his eyes, And sullenly he shook his tail, To lash the feeding flies. One quiver of the hempen cord, One struggle, and one bound, And straight toward the sleeper's house, And hooting owl and hovering bat Back flew the bolt, up rose the latch, And little mincing feet were heard, Two hoofs upon the sanded boards, And two upon the bed, And they are breathing side by side, The living and the dead! "Now wake, now wake, thou butcher man! They called full loud, they knocked full long, They did not waken him. Strait, strait towards that oaken beam, A trampled pathway ran A ghastly shape was swinging there; |