n hour, the beautiful vessel was burned to the
water's edge; when the weight of the massive iron machinery, rendered
white and malleable by the intenseness of the heat, carried down the
hull to the bottom, and the waters closed over it, sissing and boiling
for a moment, as when a stream of lava runs burning into the embrace of
the ocean. The illumination being thus extinguished, darkness once more
brooded over the mountains, the face of the deep, and the fortunes of
Mr. Daniel Wheelwright--of whom, for the present, we must take leave,
even while thus he stands, as Sir John Moore lies under the walls of
Corunna--"alone in his glory"--surveying

"----The circling canopy
Of night's extended shade."

[1] The _Lobelia Cardinalis_, commonly called the _Indian
Eye-Bright_. It is a beautiful blossom, and is frequently met
with in this region. The writer has seen large clusters of it
blooming upon the margin of the "_Bloody Pond_," in this
neighborhood--so called from the circumstance, of the slain being
thrown into this pond, after the defeat of Baron Dieskau, by Sir
William Johnson. The ancients would have constructed a beautiful
legend from this incident, and sanctified the sanguinary flower.

CHAPTER X.

HOW HE AGAIN CHANGES HIS CIRCUMSTANCES.

"When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think that I should live
till I were married."--_Shakspeare._

"I knew a wench married in an afternoon, as she went to the garden for
parsely to stuff a rabbit."--_Idem._

The year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and twenty-two, is yet
freshly remembered in New-York, as being the last, (thus far,) in which
that metropolis was visited by the afflictive plague of yellow fever.
It was also a memorable year in the life of Doctor Wheelwright. Most of
the inhabitants were obliged to flee the city--those who could, to the
country;--and those who could not, to the temporary lodges hastily
constructed for their reception upon the then unoccupied grounds
between Broadway and the North River, now covered by Greenwich and the
splendid edifices of the fifteenth ward--containing much of the present
opulence and taste of the city. The location of the writer hereof was
near the hotel and nine-pin alley, kept by Signor Fieschi;--an Italian,
celebrated for the excellence of his segars, and for whipping his wife
with rods larger than is allowed by the English common law--the si