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'her. gave up the saddle, and adjusted

 ny cravat for stroll.

 l Every body has seen New.Havsn and

 the same indefinite person knows that in 1 the "garniture of June" il is like schol. ars dream of Arcadia. It's beautiful square,

 fine churches, and noble elms; its white houses and Venetian blinds aud tasteful gardens. and it's streets literally embower. ed in green leaves, draw admiration even from stranger. But to the student who has lived in its quiet retirement till he has cast his mental slough, and come out a ra. tional being, it is place of no week day interest. Ii he is any thing but stump, the dawn of classic taste, and the devel- opment of springing intellect have en deared it to his assOciations--and if he b.. made of the 'tiiler clays," he llas laid up In his heart the maps of his hoiyday wan- derngs. till the green slopes, and the n,a- Jestlc rocks of it's amphiheatre, its near and que, lakes'a among the hills, and its ere. cented bay, are remembered like birth pla- ces---for his young imaginations born g.. mong them. More than all, he has cher- ished his social feelings, he has been re. ce'yed into the bosom of people, {excuse l me, reader while commit one sin of sen- tin'entl . people whose frank and generous hospitality is no where exceeded. Tam glad of this opportunity to pay it a passing tribute. It isa debt of gratitude for much kindness, and while Iremember tlicir pol- ishcd and delicate refinement as . people, ! cannot forget them in the exercise 'oi' their generous and unmingled hospitality.

 Tam not writinga journal, and of course, am not obliged to tell you how we lounged along the shaded pave of Elm street, how we talked about ourselves, and how we di- gressed sometimes to a pretty foot or a procession and how we reconnoitered the windowsof our pretty acquaintances: nor lastly, how we came to speak of travelling and the Springs. We did speak of them, however, and walked on for the space of five minutes in mathematical abstraction. " George" said Peyton laying his dexter on his breast with infinite gravity. :" I'm not exactly well. think must iourney." l took instantly, the weather had been warm, and was somewhat ener vated my appetite was gone, and from the best ligh, my medical knowledge threw upon it. my case would be hopeless for tonic. It is easy to come at the c0nclnsinr c--------- was lndis..s~am let mo remind tho reader, thai am not writing a journal. It is diff ficult to make this light detail run into pret- ty sentences, like the Spectator: and ! shall proceed in my own way to enumer- ate-thar we procured permission without much difficulty--anticipated one or two quarterly remiltances--borrow all the dickeys, ,cravats, and Hnutterables that were laid away for Sundays--packed up our gloves, colongue, and hair brushes, and with catalogue Of the class dandies in- scribed on the corners of our wardrobe, bade triumphan, adieu to a hundred dis consulate sophisters.

 It was delicious sumner evening when we started from the pier. The sun had just set, and we stood on the deck as the boat shot out of the bay, watching the gorgeous changes of the west. Heavy tu- mutt edged with gold lay along the hori- zon; the skirts of the light clouds far up in the sky, were tinged with purple; the \ smooth circles spreading away from the prov, were sta ained like glass, ,and the whole was repeated to the minutest penciling, in the broad mirror of the bay. An hour I after, the moon cast our shadows on the water .and every thing but the azure ground of the stars was silvered by her beautiful alchymy. El-like, spiral lines" of ligh,

 were inlaying the edges of the waves, and the spangled path thrown to us from be.

 meath the moon, like carpet for fair, feet was studded like the white belt of th,

 Armament. The bass leaped up from tn,

 surface, the phosphorus Aoated like sprink

 llngs m the wake, and the tipped wave

 stole by like fishes of silver. Had ! fall

 cn upon fairy revel7 or is the eye un

 sealed, and the hidden leaf unfolded by joy1

 We waited day or two at New York to put our heads in training and catch thu air ofthe Corintheans. The prevailing chap

 ter of neck.clothana, and the compoun ded ease and science of Beau Bummel ( Captain Clias. were carefully studied Our Alma Mater would not have knowl us. We looked with complacency at las upon our tournure," and took boat fo Albany. The deck was crowded. It wa a clear day, with mild west wind. Tn barge moved steadily up the river to tn music of the band, and the laugh of th gayest of the travellers. The slope ofth | n..a., Shorao wont hv Ek a tha v,aonranna