of CLARK as an author. There are some of us who knew his
heart better than he did, and who have never forgotten his worth. These
monuments, that are erected to his fame from his own works, like the
trophies of victory, moulded to a triumphal pillar, denote public respect.
Individual feeling loves a silent flow, that is constant and hearty.'

If the reader has had the fortune to travel in a canal-packet, in the
summer solstice, he will readily recognize the faithfulness of the
following picture:

'At first, when you embark, all seems fair; the eleemosynary
negro, who vexes his clarionet, and governs its tuneful ventiges,
to pay for his passage, seems a very Apollo to your ear; the
appointments of the boat appear ample; a populous town slowly
glides from your view, and you feel quite comfortable and
contented. As yet, you have not gone below. 'Things above' attract
your attention--some pretty point of landscape, or distant
steeple, shining among the summer trees. Anon, the scenery becomes
tame, and you descend. A feeling comes over you as you draw your
first breath in the cabin, which impels to the holding of your
nose. The cabin is full; you have hit your head twice against the
ceiling thereof, and stumbled sundry times against the seats at
the side. Babies, vociferous babies, are playing with their
mothers' noses, or squalling in appalling concert. If you stir,
your foot treads heavily upon the bulbous toes of some recumbent
passenger; if you essay to sleep, the gabble of those around you,
or the noisy gurgle of a lock, arouses you to consciousness; and
then, if you are of that large class of persons in whom the old
Adam is not entirely crucified, then you _swear_. Have you any
desire for literary entertainment? Approach the table. There shall
you find sundry tracts; a copy of the Temperance Recorder;
Goldsmith's Animated Nature, and Plutarch's Lives. By and by
dinner approaches: and oh! how _awful_ the suspense between the
hours of preparation and realization! Slowly, and one by one, the
dishes appear. At long intervals, or spaces of separation from
each other--say five for the whole length of the boat--you behold
tumblers arranged, with two forlorn radishes in each. The butter
lies like gravy in the plate; the malodorous passengers of the
masculine gender draw nigh to the scanty board; the captain come