To this note I will only add that, not a moment ago, a Leman from Greece assured me that your works were wo kis win in his country, and one from England has just dex-aresi that although he learned to-day, for the first time, that l'eter Parey was an American, yet that has box as were known ad adın.red all over Great Brita.n

**You calle, sir, to New Orleans unheralded, unannot need — nor military guards, nor glittering arts, nor stream. ng bazzers bor artary, scoot.pated yet sieja Near trunya is' Clangor, nor canton's roar, bor ear patung Le, dog sj zá starring drum gave token of your arrival. A pain cit on you had been in your beautiful brown olive Lear hatt at once the cradle of Lerty and of terature--in siijjers and night-cap, carving out with the pen a better intorta, ty to an mtary cheftains achieve with the sword' There, at Jar Pain, you were writing for young ses and masters inte Peter Parkey stories, and you all the while Litle dreaming of what a great man you were becoming -

***Great, but like (asar, slawed with lovers –

But duð grval as you are g xxi.”

Farewell, r, and w'en you leave us, be sure that

the curfew tells the auell of part...g day"

Mr Parky, when little boys and gris have had their bread and

k and are going to bed, ani when ch are?, 'was ruig to Sub

day school-then w

*** Ifant fan is be raised in praver.

That God may bless you all, may ejare '

* Once more, farewell! May you live long years of tan; po

as you must of honor; and when you die, may your 'works,' in one sense, not 'follow after' you, but remain on earth, to profit and delight, and be, like your fame, immortal!"

To which Mr. Goodrich replied as follows:

"Mr. President-It would be idle affectation in me to pretend that this cheerful spectacle, your kind and flattering words, the welcome in these faces around, are not a source of the liveliest gratification to myself personally. Yet, if I were to regard this occasion as designed merely to bestow upon me a passing compliment, on my first visit to the Crescent City, I should feel a degree of humiliation-for it would force me to consider how little I have achieved, compared with what remains to be done, and how disproportioned are these manifestations of regard to any merits which I can presume to claim. From the moment I set my foot in New Orleans, I have been greeted by a succession of agreeable surprises; and nothing has interested me more than the enlightened state of public opinion which I find to exist here in respect to popular education. I am at no loss to discover, in the hospitality with which I have been greeted, a lively appreciation of the great subject to which my humble labors in life have been directed; and it adds to my gratification to find this deeper meaning in the present scene.

"Considering the position of New Orleans, I have looked with peculiar satisfaction upon your public schools. Some of them would be deemed excellent in any part of New England-nay, in Boston itself. Nor is this all; these institutions, as I learn, are mainly supported by the popular vote-by self-taxation. This marks a great advance in civilization, and insures, from this time forward, a constant progress toward perfection. There is always a sharp contest between light and darkness, between ignorance and knowledge, before the mass of society will come up to the work, and support public instruction at the public expense. That battle has been fought here, and it has resulted in the triumph of truth and humanity. There is, if I may be permitted the allusion, a closer association between Plymouth

nile instruction by means of books; many of them have no doubt surpassed me, and others will still follow, surpassing them. I look upon the art of writing for children and youth, advanced as it has been of late years, still as but just begun.

LETTER L.

Journey to the South-Anecdotes-Reception at New Orleans. MY DEAR C******

If thus I met with opposition, I had also my success, nay, I must say, my triumphs. My first patrons were the children themselves, then the mothers, and then, of course, the fathers. In the early part of the year 1846, I made a trip from Boston to the South, returning by the way of the Mississippi and the Ohio. I received many a kind welcome under the name of the fictitious hero whom I had made to tell my stories. Sometimes, it is true, I underwent rather sharp crossquestioning, and frequently was made to feel that I held my honors by a rather questionable title. I, who had undertaken to teach truth, was forced to confess that fiction lay at the foundation of my scheme! My innocent young readers, however, did not suspect me: they had taken all I had said as positively true, and I was of course Peter Parley himself.

"Did you really write that book about Africa?"

said a black-eyed, dark-haired girl of some eight years

old, at Mobile.

I replied in the affirmative.

"And did you really get into prison, there?"
"No; I was never in Africa."

"Never in Africa?"

"Never."

"Well, then, why did you say you had been there?" On another occasion, I think at Savannah, a gentleman called upon me, introducing his two grandchildren, who were anxious to see Peter Parley. The girl rushed up to me, and gave me a ringing kiss at once. We were immediately the best friends in the world. The boy, on the contrary, held himself aloof, and ran his eye over me, up and down, from top to toe. He then walked around, surveying me with the most scrutinizing gaze. After this, he sat down, and during the interview, took no further notice of me. At parting, he gave me a keen look, but said not a word. The next day the gentleman called and told me that his grandson, as they were on their way home, said to him

"Grandfather, I wouldn't have any thing to do with that man he ain't Peter Parley."

"How do you know that?" said the grandfather. "Because," said the boy, "he hasn't got his foot bound up, and he don't walk with a crutch!"*

The little book entitled "Parley's Method of Telling about Geogra phy to Children," had a picture, drawn by Tisdale, representing Parley

On my arrival at New Orleans I was kindly received, and had the honors of a public welcome. The proceedings were published in the papers at the time, and I here inclose you a copy of them, which I take from the Boston Courier of March 21st, 1846. You will readily perceive the egotism implied in placing before you such a record as this; but if I chronicle my failures and my trials, must I not, as a faithful scribe, tell you also of my success? If you reply that I might do it in a more modest way than thus to spread the whole proceedings before you, I answer, that in sending you this document, I by no means require you to read it. If you do read it, you will have a right to laugh at my vanity: if not, I trust you will hold your peace.

S. G. GOODRICH AT NEW ORLEANS.

As it may gratify many of our readers, and especially the friends of Peter Parley, we give in full the proceedings at New Orleans, which took place on the 28th of February last. The following is the report as published in the New Orleans Commercial Times of March 2d:

COMPLIMENT TO MR. GOODRICH, the author of Parley's Tales.Our fellow-citizens are already aware that soon after Mr. Goodrich's arrival in our city, a large subscription, by our leading gentlemen, was filled, with a view to give him the compliment of a public dinner. But Mr. Goodrich's stay being too short

sitting in a chair, with his lame foot bound up, and a crutch at his side, while he is saying to the boys around-"Take care, don't touch my gouty toe; if you do, I won't tell you any more stories!" Of this work two millions were sold, and of course Parley and his crutch were pretty generally associated together, in the minds of children.