d greets her cliffs,
Or gilds her domes and spires;
Long as her granite hills remain
Firm fixed, so long shall be
Yon Monument on Bunker's height
A beacon for the free!

A WINTER TRIP TO TRENTON FALLS.

IN THREE SCENES.

SCENE FIRST.

Morning; eight on the clock. BILLING'S HOTEL, Trenton. Outside, a clear
bright sun glancing down through an atmosphere sparkling with frost, upon
as fine a road for a sleigh-ride as ever tempted green-mountain boys and
girls for a moonlight flit. Inside, a well-furnished breakfast-table,
beef-steak, coffee, toast, etc., etc. On the one side of it your
correspondent; serious, as if he considered breakfast a thing to be
attended to. He is somewhat, as the lady on the other side of the table
says, _somewhat_ in the 'sear leaf,' by which name indeed she is pleased
to call him; but there is enough of spring in her, to suffice for all
deficiencies in him. Like the morning, she is a _little_ icy, but
sunshiny, sparkling, exhilarating, thoughtful, youthful--and decided. She
takes no marked interest in the breakfast.

'Sear leaf!' Madam, say on.

'I wish to go to the Falls.'

'To what!'

'To the Falls--to Trenton Falls.'

He drops his knife and fork. 'Whew! what! in winter?--in the snow?--on the
ice?'

'Certainly; that is just the season.'

'Crazy! You were there in the summer----'

'I know it; every one goes there in summer. I must see them now. There's
no time like it; in their drapery of snow and ice; in the sternness and
solitude, the wild grandeur of winter!'

'How you run on! You'll miss the cars at Utica.'

'I don't care.'

'You'll be a day later in New-York.'

'I don't care. I must see them in their hoary head.'

'You wish to see if they look as well in gray hairs as I do, perhaps.'

'Yes.'

'You really must go?'

'Yes.'

'You are a very imperious young lady; and allow me to say, that although
some young gentlemen----'

Lady, interrupting him: 'Shall I ring the bell?' She rings it. Enter
landlord. She orders the horse and cutter.

SCENE SECOND.

Enter landlord: 'All ready, Sir.'

'Will you allow me to ask if your feet are warmly clad, Madam?'

'I am ready for the ascent of Mont Blanc, or a ramble with a hunter upon
the shore of Hudson's Bay.'

'Very well; now for the cutter.'

'Landlord, just step round, if you please, and put that buffalo-robe a
little more closely about the lady. Hold fast, hostler! That horse likes
any