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 "But I must pause-for what mass of representatives there are here! ] What singular samples of our vast coun- try! Here sits a Tennessean, and there

 Mlssourlan, educated among buflaloes, and Enartured in the torest--as intimate with fhe fpasses of the Rocky Mountains us the cit with Broadwav-w lives where hunters land trappers have vexed every hill, and who cares no more for a Pawnee than a protessed beau for a bright-plumed belle. Here is d man from the prairies--and there another from the swamps and morasses, whose blood the musketoes have stolen ] away. There Is sallow face from the rice grounds, and here the flushed cheek 1 from the mountalns--the and of tar and tur- pentine. What people we are! What country Is this of ours! How wide in ex- tent-how rich in prodnction--how various in beauty! have asked in my travels, for the West in the streets of the Queen of the West--a fairy city, which but as yesterday was wilderness. They smiled at my in- quiry, and said 1t is among the 'hoosiers' of Indiana or the suckers of Illinois. Then II journied long and crossed great rivers and broad prairles, and again l asked for the West. They sad it was in Missouri. I arrived a. its capital. They complained that :hey were too ''far down east" .sBut go," said they. '.ii you would find the | West, days and days and hundreds and hundreds of miles up the Missouri--tar- l sher than from Us to New England, and Beyond the Rocky Mountains, and among the Snake Indians of the Oregon, and you ssmay find it." It was the work of dozen years to find the West. and turned about Z Tn despair. Indeed, 1 have searched for it for months, in almost every cline under the torrid zone of Louisiana, the land of the orange and the olive, and beneath the cold sky of Maine. 1 have seen the iGleepianter gathering rich treasures from a bountifu soil, and the fisherman anchor Ling his little bark on the rocky island, dropping his hook as carefully as If the ocean were full of pearls, and not of-- mackerel. l have seen the mill-man saw ing piece of wood ia all variety of forms, on he larlhest soil of New England: and l have beheld the same wood floating down ihe Savannah, or the beautiful Alabama, in the strangest metamorphoses 1t may be lin q clock, regularly ticking off the time, in ] ;s pail-perchance in button; and for

 tught 1 know, i'll tasteiess ham, or an url- assant nutmeg have never been of the soil of my own country and yet 1 have seen the sun go down, a bali of lire, with out mement's twilight, finong over the alluvial lands blooming with magnolias and orange trees, robe of gold ; and again

 have stood upon the bare rocks of colder cllmes, and when the trees were pinched by the early frost, have marked the same vanishing rays reflected from the leaves, as If thousand birds of paradise were rest ing Tn the branches: and when the clouds, streaming with red, and purple, and blue, tinged and tipped by the beauty---were floating atar like rainbows in motion, as if broken from their confnement--now ming ling and interlacing ther dyes. and glitter 1 ing arches, and anon sprnkled over, and mellowing the whole heaven--then have tancied that was indeed in fairy land, | where the very forests danced in golden robes, responding to the setting sun, as the statue of the fa5led Memnon gave forth it's

 welcoming notes, as the rays of the morn- Ing played upon its summit. l have been where the dog star rages, scattering pesti- lence III its train: where the long moss

 hangs from the trees; where the pale faces and sad countenances give admonition, that this Is the reglon of death. have stood by the wide prairie, and beheld the green bil-

 lows rise and fall, and the undulations, chequered with sunlight and shadow, chas- l ing one after the other, aiar over the wide expanse. And have gone amid the storms of winter, over the hill, upon the loud-cracl- 1 ing crust, amid the music of the merry i seigh-bells. And here are the Represen- tatives from all these regions --here Tn one grand council--all speaking one language al iInpeled by one law Oh, my Coun- try, my Country If our destiny be al-

 ways linked as one-if the same flag, with its glorious stars and stripes, is always the flag of our UNION never unfurled or de- i tended but by FREEDoM-then Poetry and Prophecy, stretching to their utmost, can- I :io: pronounce that destiny

 Western Phrascology.--The following extract from the Journal of sVoyage on the Upper Mississippi" published in the last Military and Naval Magazine, posses ses value as delineation of men and manners, aside from its sprinkling of posi- ] tive hunlor.

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