While the morning-star peeps through the curtain of night, He took his separate trail, and still pursued

(5) "Ere twilight we shall overhaul a group

Of cannibal Coronquees."

General Allen, of Columbus, Ohio, late from Texas, corroborates the statement, which the writer had previously received from other gentlemen, in regard to the existence of a horde of cannibals on the western frontier of Texas. A recent paragraph, too (From a Texian newspaper) widely circulated through the United States, establishes the point, and gives to our horrible story the sober truthfulness of history. We learn from said paragraph, that there is not only one cannibal tribe in Texas, but that there are several. It is their custom after a victory to select from their prisoners, one, or two, if necessary, of the younger-who are, in the language of the butchers, in "good condition, fat and young," for the roast: But we shall not further dilate on the frightful theme. Alas! for the depravity of human nature unenlightened by Revelation!

(6) "And here we leave him in the strife and smoke." Dr. Blair says, in a commentary on one of Ossian's battles, where the contending heroes are left fighting in a fog, that it was a happy thought thus to escape the apology of attempting to describe their deadly assault. The idea is a good one; and accordingly we have adopted it. As to the fate of the indomitable Tom, it will be seen in the sequel,

that he was literally eaten up by his enemies. The poor printer must have been as savory a piece of flesh as Signor Pedrillo. There is a material difference, however, between the cases: Pedrillo was taken as a less horrid alternative than death-Bourgeois was made the object of a festival; and considered a luxury without the "second course" of salt-water.

(7) "Gods! what a stew!" &c. The indulgent reader may remember the midnight spectacle under the walls of Corinth, as described by Byron.

And he saw the lean dogs beneath the wall,

Hold o'er the dead their carnival.

Gorgling and growling o'er carcass and limb,-

They were too busy to bark at him.

And their white tusks crunched on the whiter skull,

(10) "Here Campbell's the hartshorn." Major Drown, a resident citizen of Texas, in a conversation sometime since with the author, in speaking of the poisonous reptiles and insects of that country, observed that it is the custom of the traveller there, to carry about his person a phial of the extract of hartshorn-and when stung by a snake, a centipede, a tarantula, or a scorpion, to apply a few drops to the wound, and also to the interior of the stomach, by which precaution the malignant operation of the poison is immediately counteracted.

A STROLL IN BROADWAY.

BY MRS. MARY E. HEWITT.

Come to the open window, coz. How soft is the atmosphere of our beautiful Indian Summer. Look on this animated mass of humanity moving beneath us.

Stretch your gaze upward, as far as sight can reach-they come, faster and faster, onward in unbroken succession. All the world is out of doors. Come, get your bonnet and shawl, and let us forth for a stroll in Broadway.

How the people rush, and hurry, and bustle, as if the whole space of time allotted to their future, was compressed into this one hour. Here individuals of every nation and tongue meet and jostle in the most amicable confusion; until from such constant daily collision, each loses his identity, and becomes agglomerated with the mass.

There

is no school like a great city, for reducing one's standard of elevated self-consideration to a proper

As it slipp'd from their teeth when their edge grew dull !" &c. | level.
Now, the fact is, we cannot concede to his lordship the

Observe, as we pass on, the streets innumerable, premium under this particular head. We claim the high intersecting at regular distances the whole extent distinction of having "cut under the Democracy" of the of this grand avenue. In any one of these, be“Dog Scene.” A great fault of our young writers is their tween the Battery and Bleecker street, a modest slavish acknowledgement, that our "illustrious predecessors," are unapproachable, as well in their "footsteps" through the mire of the stagnant swamp, as in their larklike flights to the sky. I shall not chime in with the admission; but defy a comparison, in all its essential peculiarities, of the "Dog Scene" with the Cannibal Feast.

(8) We shall not certify that this was the literal speech of Smith on the occasion referred to. It has been suggested to the contrary, however, is overwhelming; and even if the affirmative of the question were settled it avails nothing; for we doubt not that if Smith could have spoken, he would have said exactly what is placed to his account.

to us that the "Deaf Spy," was also dumb. The evidence

(9) "Campbell produced his cup and gourd, And Smith produced his bottle."

a

person may fix his habitation. Beyond this is the fashionable end; and there, within a few years, on the ancient domain of field and common, have arisen long lines of palaces and their appropriate churches, and from beyond this charmed line of demarcation roll the liveried and blazoned equipages of the wealthy merchant, and the fortunate speculator. Grand street and the Bowery are the impassable barriers which divide the east from the other quarters of the city; and within this triangle dwell a peculiar people, independent of the rest, in all save of the laws, which hold jurisdiction over each, alike impartially. From this section emanate the richest velvets and the finest laces, the brightest of eyes and the fairest of complexions. The nouveaux riches of the unimpeachable quartier, call these of the east parvenues."

The author of the "Notes on Texas," a gentleman of the best authority, relates that a species of double gourd, of larger and lesser bulb, which grows spontaneously near the unwatered wastes of Texas, is an admirable provision of Nature for the wants of the traveller. It is said to hold from a half gallon to a gallon of water, and after five or six There is a certain distance, beyond which, to days' journey over the hot plains, the liquid remains as promenade is considered unfashionable. You may fresh and sweet in this vessel as when dipped from the spring. As to the bottle, it is considered an indispensable extend your walk upward, as far as Union Park, companion of the adventurer in any capacity, among the unfearingly; but no lady who wishes to avoid prochivalry of the new Republic. scription ventures downward, below Saint Paul's.

VOL. VII-8

The street is unusually gay this morning, even toe of Terpsichore herself! I learned then, that for Broadway. The Nereides and Dryades have she, from infancy

"A little limber, lightsome elf,
Singing, dancing to itself—"

returned from grotto and greenwood, with step elastic, and the hue of health upon their cheeks ; and the "hair loosely flowing, robe as free," are exchanged for the coiffure á la Clotilde and all the had been so kindly and tenderly reared, that no costly and irksome garniture of fashion. The shadow of her sad deformity had ever darkened passion for over-dressing, which you will perceive by some indulged in to excess, is not really the ton among the élite. To those who have no wider field, Broadway affords a ready opportunity for the display of a costly wardrobe. Of the gallants in attendance, are those who can afford to themselves an hour's indulgence, or perhaps thus to idle away the whole twelve ;-and of the braided and imperialled triflers bowing beside the fair pedestrians who receive their homage so smilingly, not one, I will venture to affirm, holds rank below a Count, or Baron, at least.

the fair sunlight on her pathway of existence. And oh! how happier-far happier is he, who, born with a spirit" taller than he may walk beneath the stars," yet bears uncomplainingly the impress of the defacing finger of his Creator, than the one who, though in form and feature more glorious than Lucifer, is cursed by his Maker with an utter deformity of purpose and of heart.

Yonder old-fashioned, rough stone edifice, with its fine old trees and the green lawn spread out before it, is the Hospital. What hundreds have here been racked on the sleepless couch of pain, or Behold yonder animated troop approaching-breathed out their last agonized groan, within sound their feathers fluttering, their brilliant uniforms of the footfalls of the gay triflers on the pavé, by glittering in the sunshine, their prancing and gaily them unheeded, and unthought of. caparisoned steeds-is it not chivalrous? They are Now, in good time, here comes our prince of greeted with nods and smiles from the gay par- eccentrics! An individual of some popularity. terre,-yet, alas! who of all this knightly band would You may see him on any fine day, in this, our most lay lance in rest at tilt or tourney, in defence of a crowded of thoroughfares, habited in a suit of rusty fair lady's beauty or honor! It is the staff' of black. His usual gait is something between a run General M, and in the midst rides the General himself, managing his spirited charger with the firmness and grace of a practised equestrian. Well! however much we may regret the decay of that spirit of chivalry which rendered man so noble, and woman so exalted-and although the garb of the ancient cavaliers may have had the advantage, in point of durability, over the more courtly apparel wag. Aristocratic in his hours, he dines at four of our day—yet it must be allowed that broadcloth and fine linen have the ascendancy, in one great point of attraction, over the buff-shirt and platearmor habiliments of the middle ages.

The cabs? Yes, they are tidy, compact little vehicles enough, but their motion is exceedingly unpleasant. It is a short, disagreeable jolt, reminding one of the yelping of a cur, or a 'high sea' on the Lakes. Your omnibus is more mag

nanimous.

and a trot. He stops at the pump before the Hospital for a drink. Water is his beverage, but the hue of his nose causes you to doubt the fact. His seedy hat is pulled very far down upon his forehead, and from beneath the brim his two small grey eyes twinkle and peer out, with a most mirthful and fun-loving expression. The man is certainly a

o'clock, and his only edible is gingerbread! He halts on the curb-stone, halfway between Warren and Chambers streets, and drawing from his pocket a lump of cake nicely enveloped in brown paper, he commences his mid-day meal. The boys gather around, but their jibes disturb neither his mastication, nor, to all appearance, his digestion—for, as you perceive, our gentleman wears exteriorly the fair capacity of an alderman. At the corner stands the pump-the amphore from whence he Ah! here comes ma pauviette! ma petite bossue! pours his after-dinner draught—and who shall tell Observe as we pass, how gracefully the hood of the date of the vintage! His hand is the goblet her velvet mantelet falls over, and almost conceals wherefrom he drinks, and rinces the adhesive parthe height of her shoulder. You sigh! Reserve your ticles from his teeth, most elaborately. To all, he sympathy for some less contented individual. I is an inexplicable enigma; yet, to every one he is met her for the first time, a year since, at one of known by the name of "the GINGERBREAD MAN." those great gatherings collected annually by a la- And, talking of cold water, let me recite to you dy's cards of "At Home." She wore a robe of as we walk, some lines in praise of that primitive tissue with blue roses, and the diamond upon her beverage. They are from the pen of the Rev. Mr. brow blazed out from amid the most coquettish of Pierpont-one, who, as you well know, has interinglets. Her very hump seemed less in size, be- rested himself warmly in the cause of temperanceneath the fall of rich Brussels lace, that veiled it and, although undoubtedly written in a serious so admirably. She was dancing, and with such a mood, they appear to me to be the oddest medley of face of enjoyment, as I entered,-executing a pas jest and gravity, that I remember ever to have met that for lightness and finish might have shamed the 'with.