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Oh, Wissahickon ! could the poet's art
Would greet the tourist hastening to thy strand,
Many have been the cool though summer hours,
If any wish to canter o'er these hills,
Silence reigns o'er thee, and we tread thy banks,
Where all our dreams of happiness have birth;
For what were life, with its too real woes,
Again we kneel our madness to deplore,
What would life be, if we might never know
Leaving them for a while, with hopeful wing,
The laurel blooms upon the wrinkled brow
Given to some big-whiskered, clumsy bear,
Adieu, sweet stream! thou fair and holy spot
When the soft moon her genile smile doth throw
We think of thee, and with thy presence come
but who can say
But let us leave this too bewitching theme :
Like that which rings on some deserted heath,
Seated around in many a joyful group,
Who from far height above, sent stone to dance,
Till with a whizzing and impetuous leap,
“There, stop that ball!' while the rude joker flees, Like one who with long stick has stirred a hive of bees.
But there was one apart from all the rest,
He had a princely brow, and oh! his hair
(So gracefully, it was beyond all praise,) And looked on wave and sky, glowing with sunset's blaze.
Then seized by a most sentimental thought,
Wakes ever in the souls of those who go
He scribbled down a sonnet to the sun,
Before in words, but now he felt 'the might
His work's complete. He reads it o'er with joy,
The inmost soul, as at a fane divine:
There is one privilege an author hath,
Whate'er our heroes write; and we'll withstand,
In my next number, I will read to you
I had not penned this sentimental tale,
CONTAINS CERTAIN MATTERS, WHICH AN HONEST HISTORIAN SHOULD NOT OMIT.
It was on the occasion of some great gathering on the Battery, when all the idle people of the great city of New-York appeared to have been attracted by a common sympathy to that beautiful spot, that the two Tucks, in company with our hero, made their appearance among the crowd, and by their shouts helped to increase the hubbub and confusion. Of course there were many personages present, of greater importance than these three young gentlemen, and who probably attracted more attention at the time; but, as we believe, there were none there for whom the reader will feel a greater interest.
Whether it was the arrival of some great man, or the execution of some great rogue, that caused the gathering, is not material to the right understanding of this history; but it was a gay and exhilarating scene. The day was warm, yet not oppressive; and a timely shower in the morning had washed the dust from the trees, and given to the grass on the Battery, and the opposite shores of Jersey and Governor's Island, an appearance of verdant beauty. The bay was covered with boats, which were moving about in all directions, with gay pennons flying, and from some strains of martial music proceeded, and from others, the reports of fire-arms. On shore, crowds of elegantly-dressed women were jostled by crowds of badly-dressed men; and nurses were out-screaming the interesting little creatures placed under their protection; while numerous companies of citizen soldiery were performing evolutions that Napoleon never dreamed of, to the immense delight of innumerable little black boys, who were perched on the overhanging branches of the elms and sycamores; and sentinels, as fierce as regimentals could render them, were repelling the invasion of any stray cow or old apple-woman that might chance to encroach upon the district placed for the time under martial law. Bands of music were playing, and guns were popping off in every direction. Every body seemed resolutely bent upon making a noise, and our three young gentlemen had every disposition to increase the tumult, by letting off a few squibs and crackers; but on examining their pockets, they discovered that they could not muster a sixpence between them. It chanced, unluckily, that Mr. Tremlett was out of town, and our hero could think of no way to procure any money. Tom Tuck tried to persuade him to pawn his watch, but that he resolutely refused to do, because his father (for so he called Mr. Tremlett,) had given it to him but a few days before. He said he would not part with it to procure himself bread, much less squibs. While they were trying to hit upon some plan for raising the necessary funds for a frolic, their mortification was increased, and their desires were excited, by a party of youngsters of their acquaintance, who
rowed past in a boat, with a horse-pistol and a flask of powder. At last Sam Tuck said he knew where his mother kept her purse, and he promised, if the two would wait for him, to go and bring it. Accordingly he started off
, and his brother Tom and our hero indulged themselves during his absence with a couple of hard-boiled eggs, and a bottle of ginger beer, meaning to pay for them as soon as the adventurer returned. But that enterprising young gentleman soon came back, quite out of breath, and as destitute of money as when he left. His mother had caught him in the very act of breaking open her bureau, and he had to fight hard to escape. They were now placed in a very disagreable situation. They had before them a practical illustration of the evils of the credit system. They had contracted a debt, with the expectation of paying it out of the proceeds of an uncertain adventure, and being disappointed in its issue, they were involved in great distress, which was very much heightened by a boatman coming up to them, and offering to row them about the bay for a dollar. It was such a gay, exciting scene upon the water; the boat lay rocking so temptingly, with a white awning stretched fore and aft; wbat should they do? The Tucks knew nothing about restraining their desires ; it was a part of their education that had been neglected. Their mother was always fearful of spoiling their dispositions by crossing their inclinations ; and so she always let them have their own way, when it did not interfere very much with her
Here I would willingly pause, and either bring this history to a close, or blot out from it the transactions of this gala-day; but as I have already promised to record all the controlling events of our bero's life, I feel myself bound to do so, however prejudicial it may prove to his reputation, or repugnant to my own feelings.
After many idle suggestions on the part of the Tucks, Tom at last hit upon one that promised to afford the required funds.
'I know how I could get some money, and our own money too,' said Tom Tuck.
*How ? how ?' eagerly inquired the other two.
'I know exactly where my uncle Gris. keeps his pocket-book, in bis desk, and I could very easily get it,' said Tom; and it would only be taking it a little in advance, you know, Sam, because mother says he will leave all his money to us when he dies; and he can't live much longer; so what difference does it make, whether we take it now, or after he is dead ?'
That is prime!' said Sam; that is first rate !-- is n't it, Jack? That is capital ! That is equal to Rinaldo Rinaldini. Come, let us have it right off, Tom.'
Whether it was because our hero thought he had no right to interfere in family arrangements, we cannot determine, but he remained perfectly silent, and neither opposed nor approved the proposition of the brothers to rob their uncle. It was finally arranged between them that Tom and Sam should proceed to their uncle's countingroom, and that while one of them called the old gentleman away, the other should rifle his desk. Our hero, in the mean time, was to remain as a hostage with the dealer in hard-boiled eggs and gingerbeer. But just as the two adventurers were about starting on their