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incivility of the captain, who, she averred, with truth, had never in any one instance had the politeness to stop the ship, often as she had requested, nay, implored him to do so even when she was suffering with sea-sickness, and actually tossed out of her berth by the violence of the storm, though she was holding on with both hands......

In less than a fortnight after we left the English Channel we were off the banks of Newfoundland; and, as is frequently the case in their vicinity, we met with cold foggy weather. It cleared a little about seven in the morning, and we then discovered no less than three icebergs to leeward. One of them, whose distance from us was perhaps a mile, appeared higher than the main-mast head, and as the top shot up into a tall column, it looked like a vast rock with a light-house on its pinnacle. the cold and watery sunbeams gleamed fitfully upon it, it exhibited in some places the rainbow tints of a prism-other parts were of a dazzling white, while its sharp angular projections seemed like masses of diamonds glittering upon snow.

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The fog soon became so dense that in looking over the side of the ship we could not discern the sea. Fortunately, it was so calm that we scarcely moved, or the danger of driving on the icebergs would have been terrific. We had now no other means of ascertaining our distance from them, but by trying the temperature of the water with a ther

mometer.

In the afternoon the fog gathered still more thickly round us, and dripped from the rigging, so that the sailors were continually swabbing the deck. I had gone with Mr. Fenton to the round-house, and looked a while from its windows on the comfortless scene without. The only persons then on the main-deck were the captain and the first mate. They were wrapped in their watch-coats, their hair and whiskers dripping with the fog dew. Most of the passengers went to bed at an early hour, and soon all was awfully still; Mrs. Cumming being really too much frightened to talk, only that she sometimes wished herself in Shoreditch, and sometimes in Houndsditch. It was a night of real danger. The captain remained on deck till morning, and several of the gentlemen bore him company, being too anxious to stay below.

About day-break, a heavy shower of rain dispersed the fog-The conscious vessel waked as from a trance"-A breeze sprung up that carried us out of danger from the icebergs, which were soon diminished to three specks on the horizon, and the sun rose bright and cheerfully.

Towards noon, the ladies recollected that none of them had seen that gentleman during the last twenty-four hours, and some apprehension was expressed lest he should have walked overboard in the fog. No one could give any account of him, or remember his last appearance; and Miss Audley professed much regret that now in all probability we should never be able to ascertain his name, as, most likely, he had died and made no sign." To our shames be it spoken, not one of us could cry a tear at his possible fate. The captain had turned into his berth, and was reposing himself after the fatigue of

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last night; so we could make no inquiry of him on the subject of our missing fellow-passenger.

Mrs. Cummings called the stewart, and asked him how long it was since he had seen any thing of that gentleman. "I really can't tell, madam"-replied Hamilton "I can't pretend to charge my memory with such things. But I conclude he must have been seen yesterday—at least I rather expect he

was.

The waiter Juba was now appealed to. "I believe, madam," said Juba-" I remember something of handing that gentleman the bread-basket yesterday at dinner--but I would not be qualified as to whether the thing took place or not, my mind being a good deal engaged at the time."

Solomon, the third water, disclaimed all positive knowledge of this or any other fact, but sagely remarked, "that it was very likely that gentleman had been about all yesterday as usual; yet still it was just as likely he might not; and there was only one thing certain, which was, that if he was not nowhere, he must, of course, be somewhere."

"I have a misgiving," said Mrs. Cummings, "that he will never be found again."

"I'll tell you what I can do, madam," exclaimed the steward, looking as if suddenly struck with a bright thought I can examine into No. eleventeen, and see if I can perceive him there." And softly opening the door of the state-room in question, he stepped back and said with a triumphant flourish of his hand-"There he is, ladies, there he is, in the upper berth, fast asleep in his double cashmere dressing gown. I opinionate that he was one of the gentlemen that stayed on deck all night, because they were afraid to go to sleep on account of the icebergers-of course nobody noticed himbut there he is now, safe enough."

Instantly we proceeded en masse towards No. eleventeen, to convince ourselves: and there indeed we saw that gentleman lying sleep in his double cashmere dressing gown. He opened his eyes, and seemed surprised, as well he might, at seeing all the ladies and all the servants ranged before the door of his room, and gazing in at him: and then we all stole off, looking foolish enough.

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Among the numerous steerage passengers was a young man whose profession was that of a methodist preacher. Having succeeded in making some religious impressions on the majority of his conpanions, he one Sunday obtained their consent to his performing divine service that evening in the steerage and respectfully intimated that he would be highly gratified by the attendance of any of the cabin passengers that would condescend to honour him so far. Accordingly, after tea, we all descended to the steerage at early candle-light, and found every thing prepared for the occasion. A barrel, its head covered with a piece of sailcloth, served as a desk, lighted by two yellowish dip

candles placed in empty porter bottles. But as there was considerable motion, it was found that the bottles would not rest in their stations; therefore they were held by two boys. The chests and boxes nearest to the desk were the seats allotted to the ladies and gentlemen: and the steerage people ranged themselves behind.

A hymn was sung to a popular tune. The prayer and sermon were delivered in simple but impressive language; for the preacher, though a poor and illiterate man, was not deficient either in sense or feeling, and was evidently imbued with the sincerest piety. There was something solemn and affecting in the aspect of the whole scene, with all its rude arrangement; and also in the idea of the lonely and insulated situation of our little community with "one wide water all around us." And when the preacher, in his homely but fervent language, returned thanks for our hitherto prosperous voyage, and prayed for our speedy and safe arrival at our destined port, tears stood in the eyes of many of his auditors. I thought, when it was over, how frequently such scenes must have occurred between the decks of the May-flower, during the long and tempestuous passage of that pilgrim band who finally

"moored their bark

On the wild New England shore,"

and how often

Amid the storm they sung,

And the stars heard, and the sea

when the wise and pious Brewster lifted his voice in exhortation and prayer, and the virtuous Carver, and the gallant Standish, bowed their heads in devotion before him.......

After crossing the Banks we seemed to feel ourselves on American ground, or rather on American sea. As our interest increased on approaching the land of our destination, that gentleman was proportionally overlooked and forgotten. He kept the even tenor of his way," and we had become scarcely conscious that he was still among us: till one day when there was rather a hard gale, and the waves were running high, we were startled, as we surrounded the luncheon table, by a tremendous noise on the cabin staircase, and the sudden bursting open of the door at its foot. We all looked up, and saw that gentleman falling down-stairs, with both arms extended, as he held in one hand a tall cane stool, and in the other the captain's barometer, which had hung just within the upper door; he having involuntarily caught hold of both these articles, with a view of saving himself. "While his head, as he tumbled, went nicketty nock," his countenance, for once, assumed a new expression, and the change from its usual unvarying sameness was so striking, that, combined with his ludicrous attitude, it set us all to laughing. The waiters ran forward and assisted him to rise; and it was then found that the stool and the barometer had been the greatest sufferers; one having lost a leg, and the other being so shattered that the stair-carpet was covered with globules of quicksilver. However, he retired to his state-room, and whether or not he was seen again before next morning, I cannot positively undertake

to say.

On the edge of the Gulf Stream we had a day of entire calm, when there was not a breath the blue wave to curl." A thin veil of haziness somewhat softened the fires of the American sun, (as it was now called by the European passengers,) and we passed the whole day on deck, in a delightful state of idle enjoyment; gazing on the inhabitants of the deep, that like ourselves seemed to be taking a holyday. Dolphins, horse-mackerel, and porpoises were sporting round the vessel, and the flying-fish "with brine still dropping from its wings," was darting up into the sun-light; while flocks of petrels, their black plumage tinged with flame-colour, seemed to rest on the surface of the water; and the nautilus, "the native pilot of his little bark," glided gaily along the dimpling mirror that reflected his tiny oars and gauzy sail. We fished up large clusters of sea-weed, among which were some beautiful specimens of a delicate purple colour, which, when viewed through a microscope, glittered like silver, and were covered with little shell-fish so minute as to be invisible to the naked eye.

It was a lovely day. The lieutenant and his family were all on deck, and looked happy. That gentleman looked as usual. Towards evening, a breeze sprung up directly fair, and filled the sails, which all day had been clinging idly to the masts; and before midnight we were wafted along at the rate of nine knots an hour, "while round the waves phosphoric brightness broke," the ship seeming, as she cleaved the foam, to draw after her in her wake a long train of stars.

Next day we continued to proceed rapidly, with a fair wind, which we knew would soon bring us to the end of our voyage. The ladies' cabin was now littered with trunks and boxes, brought from the baggage room that we might select from them such articles as we thought we should require when we went on shore.

But we were soon attracted to the deck, to see the always interesting experiment of sounding with the deep-sea lead. To our great joy it came up (though from almost immeasurable depth) with a little sand adhering to the cake of tallow at the bottom of the plummet. The breeze was increasing, and Mr. Overslaugh, whose pretensions to nautical knowledge were considered very shallow by his fellow amateurs, remarked to my husband, If this wind holds, I should not wonder if we are aground in less than two hours.".....

We remained on deck the whole evening, believing it probably the last we should spend toge ther; and the close companionship of four weeks in the very circumscribed limits of a ship had made us seem like one family. We talked of the morrow, and I forgot that that gentleman was among us, till I saw him leave the deck to retire for the night. The thought then struck me, that another day, and we should cease perhaps to remember his existence. I laid my head on my pillow with the understanding that land would be discovered before morning, and I found it impossible to sleep. Mr. Fenton went on deck about midnight, and remained there till dawn......

Near one o'clock I heard a voice announcing the

light on the island of Neversink, and in a short time all the gentlemen were on deck. At daybreak Mr. Fenton came to ask me if I would rise and see the morning dawn upon our own country. We had taken a pilot on board at two o'clock, had a fine fair breeze to carry us into the bay of New York, and there was every probability of our being on shore in a few hours.

Soon after sunrise we were visited by a newsboat, when there was an exchange of papers, and much to inquire and much to tell.

We were going rapidly through the Narrows, when the bell rung for breakfast, which Captain Santlow had ordered at an early hour, as we had all been up before daylight. Chancing to look towards his accustomed seat, I missed that gentleman, and inquired after him of the captain. "Oh!" he replied, " that gentleman went on shore in the news-boat; did you not see him depart? He bowed all round before he went down the side." No," was the general reply, "we did not see him go." In truth we had all been too much interested in hearing, reading, and talking of the news brought by the boat.

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"Then he is gone for ever," exclaimed Mrs. Cummings" and we shall never know his name."

"Come, Captain Santlow," said Mr. Fenton,

"try to recollect it. Let it not,' as Grumio says, die in oblivion, while we return to our graves inexperienced in it.'"

Captain Santlow smiled, and remained silent. "Now, captain," said Miss Audley, "I will not quit the ship till you tell me that gentleman's name. -I cannot hold out a greater threat to you, as I know you have had a weary time of it since I have been under your charge. Come, I set not my foot on shore till I know the name of that gentleman, and also why you cannot refrain from smiling whenever you are asked about it."

"Well, then," replied Captain Santlow, "though his name is a very pretty one when you get it said, there is a little awkwardness in speaking it. So I thought I would save myself and my passengers the trouble. And partly for that reason, and partly to teaze you all, I have withheld it from your knowledge during the voyage. But I can assure you he is a baronet."

"A baronet," cried Miss Audley-"I wish I had known that before, I should certainly have made a dead set at him. A baronet would have been far better worth the trouble of a flirtation, than you Mr. Williams, or you Mr. Sutton, or you Mr. Belfield, or any of the other gentlemen that I have been amusing myself with during the voyage."

"A baronet!" exclaimed Mrs. Cummings, "well, really and have I been four weeks in the same ship with a baronet-and sitting at the same table with him, and often talking to him face to face.I wonder what Mrs. Thimbleby of Threadneedle street would say if she knew that I am now acquainted with a baronet ?"

"But what is his name, captain?" said Mr. Fenton; "still you do not tell us."

His name," answered the Captain, "is Sir St. John St. Ledger."

"Sir St. John St. Ledger!" was repeated by each of the company.

"Yes," resumed Captain Santlow-" and you see how difficult it is to say it smoothly. There is more sibilation in it than in any name I know.-— Was I not right in keeping it from you till the voyage was over, and thus sparing you the trouble of articulating it, and myself the annoyance of hearing it. See, here it is in writing."

The captain then took his manifest out of his pocket-book, and showed us the words, "Sir St. John St. Ledger, of Sevenoaks, Kent."

"Pho!" said Mrs. Cummings. "Where's the trouble in speaking that name, if you only knew the right way--I have heard it a hundred timesand even seen it in the newspapers. This must be the very gentleman that my cousin George's wife is always talking about. She has a brother that lives near his estate, a topping apothecary. Why, 'tis easy enough to say his name, if you say it as we do in England."

"And how is that?" asked the captain; "what can you make of Sir St. John St. Ledger?"

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Why, Sir Singeon Sillinger, to be sure,” replied Mrs. Cummings-"I am confident he would have answered to that name. Sir Singeon Sillinger of Sunnock-cousin George's wife's brother lives close by Sunnock in a yellow house with a red door."

"And have I," said the captain laughing, "so carefully kept his name to myself, during the whole passage, for fear we should have had to call him Sir St. John St. Ledger, when all the while we might have said Sir Singeon Sillinger."

"To be sure you might," replied Mrs. Cummings, looking proud of the opportunity of displaying her superior knowledge of something. "With all your striving after sense you Americans are very ignorant people, particularly of the right way of speaking English. Since I have been on board, I have heard you all say the oddest things-though I thought there would be no use in trying to set you right. The other day there was Mr. Williams talking of the church of St. Mary le bon-instead of saying Marrow bone. Then Mr. Belfield says, Lord Cholmondeley, instead of Lord Chumley, and Col. Sinclair instead of Col. Sinkler; and Mr. Sutton says Lady Beauchamp, instead of Lady Beachum; and you all say Birmingham instead of Brummagem. The truth is, you know nothing about English names. Now that name, Trollope, that you all sneer at so much, and think so very low, why Trollope is quite genteel in England, and so is Hussey. The Trollopes and Husseys belong to great families. But I have no doubt of finding many things that are very elegant in England, counted quite vulgar in America, owing to the ignorance of your people. For my part, I was particularly brought up to despise all manner of ignorance."

In a short time a steamboat came alongside, into which we removed ourselves, accompanied by the captain and the letter bags; and we proceeded up to the city, where Mr. Fenton and myself were met on the wharf, I need not tell how, and by whom.

HUGH SWINTON LEGARÉ.

[Born 1797. Died 1843.]

THIS eminent scholar was descended from one of the French Huguenots who settled in South Carolina about the year 1695. He was born in Charleston on the second of January, 1797, and in the eleventh year of his age was placed in the Charleston College, then under the presidency of the learned and accomplished Mr. Mitchell King, whose judicious instruction and counsel doubtless had a large influence in the formation of his tastes and character. Early in his fifteenth year he entered the South Carolina College at Columbia, where his previous attainments, the astonishing facility with which he added to them, and the eager industry with which he devoted himself to his studies, gave him at once a lead, which, Mr. Preston says, "he maintained throughout his course, until he had graduated, not only with the highest honours of the college, but with a reputation throughout the state." The end which he proposed to himself, and which he never for a moment lost sight of, was a thorough understanding of the philosophy of legislation and the constitution of society, including all the influences, political, judicial, and moral, that effect the destinies of the human family, and how to turn that knowledge to account in the actual service of the state. Acquiring at an early period the Italian, French and German languages, he read largely in their respective authors, but continued to the end of his life to regard the literature of England as the best in the world with the single exception of the Greek. Of Milton and Shakspeare, in whom he delighted from his youth, he says in a recently published letter, that the man who has made himself a complete master of them "possesses a treasure of thought, knowledge, and sublime poetry, to be equaled in no other language ever spoken by man." He subsequently read the great writers of the British Commonwealth, Whitelock, Prynne, Harrington, and Sidney, with Hobbes, Clarendon, and others of the Jure Divino side, and those of a later day, Locke, and Hoadly, and indeed all the sound thinkers who have written in our mother tongue.

On the completion of his academical course at Columbia he returned to Charleston, and for three years applied himself diligently to the study of the law, under the direction of Mr. King, who was now one of the leading counsellors and advocates of the state. At twenty-one I believe he was admitted to the bar, but he had no idea of entering at that time upon the practice of his profession. His scheme of preparation embraced years of study in the foreign schools, and in the spring of 1818 he went to Paris, where he spent the summer in perfecting himself in the French and Italian, and in making himself acquainted as much as his leisure permitted with the world, which is seen in all its phases in that motley city. It had been his intention before leaving Charleston to go to Gottingen, and he appears afterward to have regretted that he did not do so, but he now decided upon Edinburgh, and leaving Paris about the close of September he arrived there in time to enter for the winter term the classes of civil law, natural philosophy and mathematics. His chief attention was given to juridical philosophy, and Mr. Preston, who was here as in Paris his fellow student, assures us that he addressed himself to his labours" with a quiet diligence, sometimes animated into a sort of intellectual joy." In the spring of 1819 he made an excursion through Scotland and England, and after passing some time in London crossed over once more to France, and occupied the autumn in seeing that country, Belgium, Holland, the Rhine and the Alps. In the following winter he returned to Charleston, by way of New York and Washington.

After a short stay in the city he retired to the estate of his mother on John's Island, where he spent two years as a planter, still however devoting his leisure to the pursuit of his favourite studies. In the fall of 1820 he was elected from his parish to the state legislature, in which he continued two years. At the end of this period he removed with his family to Charleston, and entered upon the practice of his profession, with a very high reputation un

doubtedly, but it appears with something less than the success he had anticipated. The estimation in which he was held, however, secured his election to the legislature as one of the representatives of the city, in 1824, and he held a seat in that body and took a leading part in its deliberations until he was made Attorney General of the state, in 1830.

In 1827 The Southern Quarterly Review was established at Charleston, partly for the exposition and defence of southern opinions and measures in politics, but chiefly as a journal of literature; and in this work, which owed its reputation mainly to his contributions, he commenced his career of authorship. His most important articles are those on Classical Learning, Roman Literature, Cicero de Republica, the Public Economy of Athens, the Life and Works of D'Aguesseau, Jeremy Bentham and the Utilitarians, Codification, Kent's Commentaries, Early Spanish Ballads, the Miscellaneous Writings of Sir Philip Sidney, Lord Byron's Character and Poems, Byron's Letters and Journals, Hall's Travels in America, the Travels of the Duke of Saxe Weimer, the Disowned and Tales of the Great St. Bernard, and the Miscellanies of William Crafts; but he wrote many others, of less importance. It is not too much to say of some of these essays that they will bear a favourable comparison with the best productions of their kind; yet they are certainly inferior to the more carefully prepared papers which he gave to the world at a subsequent period.

His appointment to the office of Attorney General of South Carolina was regarded as eminently honourable to him, inasmuch as it was conferred by a legislature in which his political opponents had a powerful ascendency. The applause which crowned his first appearance before the supreme bench at Washington vindicated to his friends their support of him, and to himself the devotion of so many years to the noble studies by which he had been fitted for the office. Mr. Livingston, who was then Secretary of State, impressed by his eloquence, the compass and solidity of his learning, and his ambition to infuse into the common law the enlarged and liberal principles and just morality of the civilians, tendered him the place of Chargé d'Affaires at the court of Brussels, with a view to the advantages it would give him in a further prosecution which he desired to make in his studies, and he sailed

for this post in the spring of 1833. The presence of much good society in Brussels rendered his stay there very agreeable to him, but did not prevent the devotion of a large portion of his time to jurisprudence, political economy, and the general reading of good authors. He returned home in 1836, and was immediately chosen a member of Congress from the Charleston district. He came into the House of Representatives at the commencement of Mr. Van Buren's administration, but his conservative principles, especially his opposition to the Sub-Treasury, which was the favourite scheme of the democratic party, prevented his reëlection in 1838, and he again entered upon the practice of his profession.

It was in this period that he wrote the masterly articles which contributed so largely to his reputation as a scholar and a man of letters in the New York Review, under the titles of The Constitutional History of Greece; Demosthenes, the Man, the Orator, and the Statesman; and The Origin, History and Influence of Roman Legislation.

He was eminently successful at the bar, and in the great canvass which preceded 'the election of General Harrison to the presidency he took an active part, and increased his popularity by some of the most powerful speeches made at New York, Richmond, and other cities, against the policy of the incumbent executive. On the resignation of the whig cabinet after the death of General Harrison, Mr. Tyler bestowed on Mr. Legare the office of Attorney General of the United States. This was the office for which he was most ambitious, and "there was a universal acquiescence in the propriety of the appointment." There are abundant testimonies of the ability with which he performed his duties in this department. Of his diligence we have his own declaration that he was so much occupied with business as to be obliged to study twelve hours a day. When Mr. Webster withdrew from the cabinet, Mr. Tyler selected Mr. Legaré to be Secretary of State ad interim, and he exhibited extraordinary energies and resources in the discharge of the double duties which now devolved upon him, rendered more oppressive by the presence in his family of death, which within a few months deprived him of a sister and his mother, to whom he was bound by the tenderest affec

Mr. Preston's Eulogy.

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