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papers about one Robert Fulton, who was reflect a moment upon this. What a trying to make vessels go by fire and great blessing is a great man who dewater, instead of wind. Most people votes himself to the good of his country! ! thought Fulton either crazy or a fool, How ought such a man to be honored ! to attempt so hopeless a task. He was How paltry, how base is that littleness laughed at and ridiculed, particularly by of soul which leads some persons to that class of people who think themselves run down the great and the good—the the wisest, and who imagine that the public benefactor! only way to live is to make


and Let the story of Fulton teach us all keep it.

another lesson, which is this—When we But Fulton was a great man, whose feel that we are right in our devotion to mind was above all this littleness. So, any cause, let not the scoffs of the world letting the world make itself

Even though there may

be his expense, he went calmly and patient- dark days, when we seem given up to rily on.

If he met with a difficulty he dicule by the world around; when even labored till he overcame it; sneers, friends desert us, and poverty besets us, scoffs, gibes, could not turn him from and slander assails us, and sorrow and his purpose. He persevered, and at last gloom seem gathering around our path, he triumphed. The engine began to let us look to the beautiful example of turn the crank, the wheels went round, Fulton and be comforted. Let us say the paddles took hold of the wave, the to ourselves, “ Fulton_persevered, and boat moved forward, and steam naviga- we will persevere.

Fulton met with tion was accomplished !

difficulties and suffered from poverty ; This was the greatest invention of but he met them patiently, and at last modern times. I am speaking of what he triumphed.”. Let us imitate his happened in 1808, only thirty-four years steadfastness, and gather confidence from ago. There are now many thousand his success. steamboats throughout the world. The The little steamboat approached us great rivers are navigated by them, and rapidly. Never in my life have I felt a even the Atlantic is now traversed by deeper excitement than at that moment ! steam power.

The journey of a week All the people on board our little sloop is at present but the trip of a day—a were leaning over the side, straining voyage of two months is but the passage their eyes to watch this wonder of the of a fortnight. This very Hudson river, water. On she came, cutting the curupon which Fulton achieved his noble rent and seeming like a thing of life, invention, before but a pathway for a moving by her own power. few straggling vessels, is now the thor- nearer and more

I have seen oughfare of millions. It is a literal fact other steamboats since; those that were that millions of persons pass up and ten times as large; but never one that down this river every year, where be- touched my imagination like that. We fore only a few hundred annually per- passed close to her side. There was a formed the trip. Before, it was often a tall

, slender man standing upon her fortnight's work to get a vessel from deck. His face was dark, and careNew York to Albany; now a steamboat worn; his eye black, deep-set, and with five hundred passengers will ac. sparkling; his hair black and curlingcomplish it in twelve hours !

though perchance a little grizzled. It Such are the mighty results, proceed- was Robert Fulton! His name was ing from one man's labors. Let us all spoken by our captain, and instantly a

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cheer broke from every man on board had now been gone a month, and was our little vessel. “Fulton! Fulton !” exceedingly anxious to get home. I had was the cry; and the name was echoed a great desire to see my uncle; for ala hundred times among the hills. This though I had not much intercourse with was a bright spot in my life. I shall him when at home, still he was always never forget it-I could not tell my feel. kind to me, and I was so accustomed to ings then–I cannot express them now. his good-humored face, that I seemed I have often thought of this scene : the solitary and homesick without it. image of Fulton, calm, thoughtful and As I began to approach the village, modest in that day of triumph, always my heart beat quick at the idea of getcomes back as distinctly to my memory, ting home, of meeting my uncle, and

, as when he stood before me then. It seeing my friends and companions once has not been to me a barren incident; more. Not a thought of evil fortune for in my humble career, I too have had crossed my mind. I expected to see difficulties, cares, sorrows; and I have them all well and happy as when I left drawn comfort, I trust composure, from them. When we reached the village, it his example. The humblest plant may was night. We met no one in the extract beams from the sun-and Robert street-all was still and solitary. We Merry would say to his readers, that he, came to the tavern. There was a bright poor as he is, humble as he is, has a sort light in the bar-room, and it looked as of feeling that Robert Fulton, though dead cheerful as ever. I was about to enter, and departed, comes to cheer him in his when a dusky figure took hold of my lonely journey through life. Often, in arm and said, “Go not' in there. Come some dark hour, has his image broke in with me.” I perceived in a moment that upon him like a ray of light; thus con- it was old Sarah of the mountain. She verting gloom into sunshine. I know led me to the front door, and as we that this may seem to be a mere fancy, passed along, she said, in a low, but solyet there is reason in it, or, if not, there emn tone, “ He is gone, lad, he is gone. is comfort in it.

There is trouble for you here. When In a day or two after meeting the it is all over, come and see me in the steamboat, we arrived at the city of New mountain.” York. Nearly ten years had elapsed I was struck with horror, and stood since I had left it. I recollected very still for a moment. I was alone, for Jittle of it. It was indeed like a new Matthew had gone into the bar-room. place to me at first. I felt as if I had I was convinced that my

uncle was dead. never seen it before, until, after a day or I grew giddy, and the dim objects that two, it became familiar to me as if I had were near me seemed to swim around. once seen it in a dream. Though it was I recovered, however, lifted the latch then a great city, New York was much and went in. The entry was dark, and smaller than it is now. It had not more I was obliged to grope my way to the than one fourth part as many inhabi- stairs. I ascended and approached my tants.

uncle's chamber. It was partly open, Nothing of importance occurred here, and there was a dim light within. and after three days, Matthew and I en- was about to enter, but paused a motered a sloop and sailed to Norwalk, in ment at the threshold and looked round. Connecticut. Having landed, we imme- On a low couch lay the lifeless form of diately set out on foot for Salem, which my uncle, and at a little distance sat is a distance of about twenty miles. I Raymond, pale as marble, and wrapped


in profound meditation. My step was Who planted the Oaks ! so light that he did not hear my approach, but my quick and convulsed The truth that no animal is created breath roused him. He instantly came but for some wise purpose, is beautifully to me, but spoke not. Words were in- illustrated in the case of the squirrel. deed vain. "Nothing could break the It is a singular, but well authenticated

a force of the stern reality. My uncle, circumstance, that most of those oaks my kind-hearted uncle, my only relative, that we call spontaneous, are planted by

- he who had been to me as father and this little animal, in which way he has mother, was no more.

performed the most essential service to I cannot dwell upon the scene, nor mankind, and particularly to the inhabicould I describe my feelings, should tants of Great Britain. It is related in I attempt it. For nearly an hour my some English work, that a gentleman

, heart was stunned, my mind bewildered. walking out one day in the woods beBut tears at length came to my relief, longing to the Duke of Beaufort, his and after a time I was able to hear from attention was attracted by a squirrel, Raymond the sad story of my uncle's which was on the ground at no great death. He had died in a fit, cut down distance from him. He stopped to obwithout a moment's warning, and, as I serve his motions : in a few moments, afterwards learned, in consequence of the squirrel darted to the top of a tree, his intemperate habits.

beneath which he had been sitting. The funeral took place the next day: In an instant, he was down again with I walked in the procession to the burial an acorn in his mouth, and after digging ground, but I was so completely over- a small hole, he stooped down and dewhelmed with my loss as scarcely to posited the acorn ; then covering it, he notice anything around me. But when darted up the tree again. In a moment the coffin was let down into the ground he was down with another, which he and the earth was thrown upon it, I buried in the same manner. This ho felt such a pang at the idea of being continued to do, as long as his observer forever separated from my uncle, as al- thought proper to watch him. This inmost to distract me. For a moment, I dustry of the little animal is directed to was on the point of leaping into the the purpose of securing him against grave and asking to be buried with him; want in winter; and it is probable that but it was closed, and the procession his memory is not sufficiently retentive moved

away. I returned, and I was then to enable him to remember the spot in alone, without a relative in the world, so which he had deposited every acorn. far as I knew.

He, no doubt, loses a few every year; A few days after these events, an ex- these few spring up, and are destined to amination of my uncle's affairs was supply the place of the parent tree. made, and it was discovered that his Thus is Britain, in some measure, inestate was insolvent. Every dollar of debted to the industry and bad memory my own property was gone, and I was of a squirrel for her pride, her glory, now a beggar! These facts were told and her

existence. me by Raymond ; they did not, however, immediately make a deep impres- A Bull.–A son of Erin once comsion upon me; but I soon learned what menced the translation of Cæsar's Comit is to be without parents, without mentaries thus : “ All Gaul is quartered money, and without a home.


into three halves !”


The Voyages, Travels, and Expe- near approach to it is most imposing.
riences of Thomas Trotter.

An immense circular piazza is in front,
surrounded with rows of columns and

adorned with two beautiful fountains,

which are constantly in play, throwing Holy week at Rome. A Roman tavern - Strange This grand area, and all the other ave

the water up to an immense height. crowds at St. Peter's.--Description of the church. The Pope.— The Coliseum.A fox nues to the church, were thronged with among the ruins.-- The Vaticanits splendor a motley population, which seemed to and immense extent.-General description of have flowed thither from the four quarthe city.Cheapness of living.-Oddities of the tradesmen.- The malaria.-- Climate and salu

ters of the earth. Priests, soldiers, pilbrity of Rome.

grims and beggars, in variegated costume

and manner, were mingled up together This was Holy Week, the season of in picturesque confusion. Cardinals, in the most pompous and showy display of red dresses, rolled along in their gilt religious ceremonies and festivities at coaches, drawn by such fat, sleek, black Rome: on which account the city was horses as we never see on this side of full of strangers. People flock to Rome the Atlantic. Capuchin friars, in dingy to see these sights, far and near. Eng- brown woollen gowns, tied with bits of lish travellers and Roman country peo- bedcord, bare legs and sandaled feet; ple crowded the streets. All the hotelsfriars, of other denominations, in black, appeared full to overflowing, and I white and gray-shaven crowns, Quaker thought myself lucky to find at last a broad-brims and three-cornered

scrapers ; snug little tavern on the banks of the Swiss guardsmen in steel armor; RoTiber, with the sign of the Albergo del man militia in red baize regimentals Orso, or the “Bear’s Hotel.” This was and coffee-pot hats; little hump-backed a very good name, for it was not much gobboes like the black dwarf; ragged better than a bear's den. The entry Roman peasants in straw and oakum was a stable; and the kitchen stood spatter-dashes; country girls in square where there should have been a parlor. flat caps and tawdry finery; strapping I had no choice; so, depositing my trunk fellows in red breeches and cocked hats, in this same den of the bears till better who look like major-generals, but are quarters could be found, I set off for a only livery servants,--all these, and a ramble through the city.

hundred other varieties impossible to To a traveller who enters Rome as I describe, gave such a diversity and anidid, at the waste end of the city, where mation to the scene as to constitute it one he sees nothing but mouldering walls of the most striking spectacles in the and heaps of grass-grown ruins, it is world. quite a matter of wonder to find, at the But all description must fall short of other extremity, such a collection of pop- the reality when I attempt to offer my ulous streets and splendid structures. impressions of the interior of St. Peter's. My first steps were directed to St. Pe- The first view, on entering, overpowers ter's church, that ornament and wonder the spectator with magnificence and of modern Rome, the most magnificent beauty: but many days are requisite to edifice that the world ever saw. Vast see the whole building. It is a mouncrowds of people were moving in the tain of architecture, and the eye can same direction, so that I had no diffi- take in, at once, nothing but a small culty in going straight to the spot. The fragment. All that human labor and

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human genius can expend upon a work tion of lightning-rods it has never been of art-painting, sculpture and every struck. other species of ornament--are here Next to St. Peter's, in interest, is the lavished with a richness and profusion great ruin of the Coliseum, that enorcharacteristic of an edifice constructed mous edifice, which could contain 80,000 at the expense of the whole Christian spectators, besides the area in the centre world. The walls glitter with mosaics, where wild beasts were hunted, and costly marbles, gems and gold. The where gladiators killed each other, for great dome rises like heaven above the amusement of the Roman populace. your head. The long nave, or central These walls are now overgrown with aisle, stretches out before you an eighth weeds and flowers, lonely and desolate. of a mile in length. Immense arches During the day they resound only with open on every side, and lead the eye off the notes of the birds who nestle among into recesses of unknown extent. Every- the stones, and in the night you may thing adds to the general impression of hear the owls hooting out of their dark overpowering grandeur and sublimity. recesses. Travellers visit it by moonThe world will never see another struc- light, when the spectacle is very

solemn ture like this!

and striking. For a great distance In the midst of an immense crowd the around this building are scattered the Pope was brought into church on a lit- ruins of the palaces of the Roman emter, supported on men's shoulders. A perors, triumphal arches, baths, theatres lofty canopy was held over his head, and gigantic structures, that fill us with and on each side of him was carried an amazement in the contemplation of the enormous fan of ostrich feathers. He ancient splendors of the city. While I was a little decrepit-looking old man, sat on a broken column, among the ruins

a with a benevolent expression of counte- of Nero's golden palace, a fox peeped nance. After going through various out from a crumbling arch, and, fixing ceremonies, he was carried into the bal- his sharp eyes on me for a minute, gave cony in the front of the church, where he a whisk with his tail and bounded off pronounced a blessing on the multitude across a bed of artichokes which a garbelow, who all fell upon their knees. dener was cultivating on the Palatine At night the church was illuminated, Hill. The poor man complained that the great dome being covered with lamps, he had lost all his chickens by the depand looking like a mountain of fire. redations of these marauders.

On ascending to the roof of the church Everybody has heard of the Vatican. I almost imagined myself among the This is an immense palace adjoining St. streets below. Long rows of domes Peter's, formerly the residence of the extended right and left, which cannot be Pope, and now famous for its pictures seen from below; such is the enormous and statues. I hardly knew which of extent of the building. Workshops and the two struck me with the greater asdwelling-houses were built there for the tonishment-St. Peter's, with its stupenmasons and carpenters, who find constant dous architecture and gorgeous embelemployment in repairing damages and lishments, or the Vatican, with its endless keeping the roof in order. There is treasures of art. Gallery, hall and even a fountain of water constantly run- saloon open upon you, one after another, ning here. It is quite a town up in till there seems literally to be no end of the air

. Formerly the dome suffered statues, vases and columns of precious much by lightning, but since the erec- marble and porphyry. Beautiful foun

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