CONFESSIONS OF A VICTIM.
The following Tale was written for the New.York Amulet by one of the most highly gifted poets in America.

 I am the only son "frepuiable and veal inv parents. Early in life, l entered into n mercantile house in New-York, for the purpose of acquiring knowledge ot tn" business. preparatory to commencing, 0" my own responsibility, mercantile career Al this time, 1 was eighteen, and had bu' recently returned from my academic stud ics at Ncw-Hayen. My person, at that early period, was good my mind polish ed by education, and my manners, II no' graceful. were easy. was glad os hear and ambitious of disiinction-eaeer for iht reputation of integrity, and an enthusiast in my admiration of genius. My asso- cia,es were reputable aud the sons oi ge"' IIemen the prospect before me was ox' cslIcnI, and my lie glided onward like placid stream.

 It was within few weeks of my nine teen,h birthday, that became aequalnleG wi,h Amelia Mon,(or,. She was being