sand dollars, and the net cost of the granite, furnish- | rode down to the shore from his head quarters at ed by the railway company, was ten thousand five Robinson's farm, very fast, as was his custom-threw hundred dollars. The entire cost of the edifice, in the reins to his attendant, and orderd the barge to be its finished state, is estimated at about forty thous-manned. and dollars. The architect was Isaiah Rogers, Esq. to whom the country is indebted for the designs of several of its most admired structures. TREMONT-STREET, BOSTON. He then directed his course toward the Point; but on reaching the middle of the river, the boat was observed to take a course down stream, and move swiftly through the water. The explanation was afterward made by the boatmen. He hoisted a flag of truce and told them to pull for the Vulture sloop-of-war, which lay below, saying that he had some business with her captain, and promised, if they would row him down to her as soon as possible, to give them a guinea and a gallon of ram each. On nearing the Vulture, and being within range of her guns, Arnold opened his plan, saying, I have served the ungrateful scoundrels long enough, and declared if they would go with him they should have double pay, and be made sergeants in the British service. One of the men replied that he did not understand fighting on both sides.'— THE name of this street is traced to that given the peninsula, in 1630, by the first settlers at Charlestown, on the north side of the river. They called it Trimontain, on account of three hills to be seen on it. The street ran by the eastern base of one of these hills. But the enterprising citizens have removed the mountain, near which the avenue wound its way. The street remains, but has been made of much greater width and reduced nearly to a level. The city has still the misfor-Then,' said the General, you are prisoners.' tune to have many narrow avenues. Great improvements have been made in this respect however within a few years. But the work is not yet complete. From Court-street, Tremont-street extends southeast and passes the King's Chapel, so called in ante-revolutionary times; the ceme tery inclosed with a plain, neat granite wall; the new block of buildings, on that and Beacon-streets; the spacious and elegant Tremont-House; the new Theatre; another and larger cemetery, crowded with sepulchral monuments and stones; Parkstreet-church; Hamilton-place; where an extensive lawn, or common, ornamented with walks and trees, bursts upon the view on the right, with a distant prospect of the western bay and the country beyond; on the left a large block of stone dwelling-houses, succeeded farther on, by a block of elegant brick buildings, St. Paul's Church, the Masonic Temple, the entrance of Templeplace, and a row of handsome houses for the distance of eighty rods still further, and the Common lying on the west side of the street, with a wide mall studded with lofty elms, for a border between. This street is near the centre of the city. For bustle and business and crowds, State-street, Washington-street and Kilby-street and Broad-street, surpass it. But for neatness, and for effect with stranger-visitors, Tremont street, with its spacious edifices, and the Common, must be allowed to be far superior. American Magazine. ARNOLD'S ESCAPE. MR. EBENEZER CHASE was a private in the New Hampshire militia, which relieved the Pennsylvania line at West Point in 1780, when those troops, being veteran, were wanted elsewhere. Mr. Chase, with several others, being off duty, was on the shore of the Hudson when Arnold deserted. When Gen. Washington assigned the command of West Point to him, he left his own barge in his possession. A temporary hut was erected on the east shore, for the accommodation of the four oarsmen who managed the barge. Or the morning of his desertion, General Arnold When they came alongside the sloop-of-war, Arnold ascended the deck, and was received by the maHe then ordered his rines with presented arms. men to come on board as prisoners of war. One of said It was a shabby trick, as they had toiled to them, who had been their spokesman just before. their utmost strength to get the boat along, now to refuse the promised reward, and make them prisoners to boot.' The English captain heard their murmurs, and stepping forward, observed-General Arnold, I command this ship, and while I walk this quarterdeck no such transaction shall take place. I know the meaning of their words, sir, and will meet their comment.' Then addressing the men, he continuedMy good fellows, I respect your principles and fidelity to your country, although you are enemies to your king. You shall have the liberty to go or stay, as you please. Here,' taking them from his purse, are your guineas; steward, put up four gallons of rum for these men.' The boatmen thanked the gallant and generous sailor, and returned in safety to head quarters to report their proceedings to General Washington, who had just arrived in camp. nold, chagrined and enraged, retired without uttering a word, to the cabin of the sloop-of-war. Ar This statement was made by Mr. Chase, about a fortnight before his death, in 1831. He also stated that he saw Major Andre going to execution, riding in the centre of a troop of eight horses. Arnold, before his escape, had received information that John Anderson,' the name with which he had filled Andre's pass, was taken. The information was sent him by the unfortunate person himself. This determined his purpose for sudden flight. He was afterwards distinguished for the inveteracy with which he carried on his predatory warfare against the property of his fellow-countrymen. After the war he went to England, where, although he received the countenance of the British government, his good intentions in his unsuccessful plot against the liberty of his country were despised by the British officers. The unfeeling wretch called upon the widowed mo ther and sister of his unfortunate victim (Andre.) The servant announced to them the name of General Arnold; and they immediately returned a message that they did not desire to see him. JAMESTOWN, VIRGINIA. whose trunk has embraced and grown over the edge of the stone, and seated on the headstone of another grave, I now address you. OUR frontispiece represents a portion of the ruins of old Jamestown, which was the first per- "What a moment for a lugubrious meditation manent English settlement in North America. among the tombs! but fear not; I have neither Previous to the settlement of a colony at this the temper nor the genius of a Hervey; and, as much as I revere his pious memory, I cannot envy place, several expeditions had been sent out for him the possession of such a genius and such a the purpose from Great Britain, but all proved temper. For my own part, I would not have suf unsuccessful either on account of want of supplies fered the mournful pleasure of writing his book, or the hostility of the natives. The first expedi- and Dr. Young's Night Thoughts, for all the just tion was under the command of Sir Walter Ra-brated productions. Much rather would I have fame which they have both gained by those cele leigh, having full power from Queen Elizabeth to danced and sung, and played the fiddle with Yor, "discover, occupy and govern remote heathenish ick, through the whimsical pages of Tristram and barbarous countries." They landed at Ro- Shandy: that book which everybody justly cen anoke in July, 1584, took possession of the coun- continue to be read, abused and devoured, with sures and admires alternately; and which will try for the crown of England, and named it Virever fresh delight, as long as the world shall ginia, in honor of the virgin queen. The next relish a joyous laugh, or a tear of the most deliyear Sir Richard Grenville, with one hundred and cious feeling. seven adventurers, landed at Roanoke, but they were nearly all destroyed by famine and the Indians. The survivors were taken to England by Sir Francis Drake. Soon after their departure, Grenville arrived with another body of adventurers and supplies. These, like the others, suffered much from the hostile natives, and when in 1590, Governor White arrived with provisions for a colony he had left with Grenville's three years before, not an Englishman could be found! "By-the-by, here on one side is an inscription theme for an occasional meditation from Yorick on a gravestone, which would constitute no bad himself. The stone, it seems, covers the grave of a man who was born in the neighborhood of London; and his epitaph concludes the short and rudely executed account of his birth and death, by declaring him to have been a great sinner, in hopes of a joyful resurrection;' as if he had sinned with no other intention than to give him self a fair title to these exulting hopes. But awkwardly and ludicrously as the sentiment is It was nearly twenty years afterward, that expressed, it is in its meaning most just and beautiful; as it acknowledges the boundless mercy of another expedition under Captain Christopher Heaven, and glances at that divinely consoling Newport, sailed for America. After a four months' proclamation, 'Come unto me, all ye who are voyage, they entered the Powhattan or James' weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest.' "The ruin of the steeple is about thirty feet river, where one hundred and fifty colonists were high, and mantled to its very summit with ivy. It left. The next year Newport brought from En-is difficult to look at this venerable object, sur gland one hundred and twenty more. Soon after, Sir George Somers, and Sir Thomas Gates reached the colony with about five hundred persons, but sickness and want determined them all to return to their native country. They actually sailed, but on the next day they met Lord Delaware with fresh supplies, and returned. The colonists then all joined vigorously in building a town, which they called Jamestown, in honor of their sovereign, and thus, in 1609, one hundred and seventeen years after the discovery of America, the first permanent settlement of an English colony was made in this country. Of this ancient anglo-American city, the "British Spy," (William Wirt) thus eloquently discourses in one of his "letters :" "The site is a very handsome one. The river is three miles broad; and, on the opposite shore, the country presents a fine range of bold and beautiful hills. But I find no vestiges of the ancient town, except the ruins of a church-steeple, and a disordered group of old tombstones. On one of these, shaded by the boughs of a tree, rounded as it is with these awful proofs of the "The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, "Whence, my dear S.... arises the irre pressible reverence and tender affection with which I look at this broken steeple ? Is it that my mouldering ruin with her own powers; imagine soul, by a secret, subtile process, invests the it a fellow-being; a venerable old man, a Nestor, or an Ossian, who has witnessed and survived the ravages of successive generations, the compan ions of his youth, and of his maturity, and now mourns his own solitary and desolate condition, and hails their spirits in every passing cloud? Whatever may be the cause, as I look at it, I feel my soul drawn forward, as by the cords of gentlest sympathy, and involuntarily open my lips to offer consolation to the drooping pile. "Where, my S....., is the busy, bustling crowd which landed here two hundred years ago? Where is Smith, that pink of gallantry, that flow er of chivalry? I fancy that I can see their first, can glows with increased patriotism as he looks with reverential awe upon this small beginning of the mighty progression around him. And this spot, already hallowed by age and sacred associations, will furnish themes for the poets laureate of a future time, when this republic can count her many centuries upon the calendar of time. The following Ode, written by JAMES K. PAULDING, our former Secretary of the Navy, appeared in the "Magnolia" for 1836, and may be ap ODE TO JAMESTOWN. Around this "old cradle of an infant world" slow and cautious approach to the shore; their the Spirit of Romance and the Muse of Poetry keen and vigilant eyes piercing the forest in ev-love to linger, and the bosom of the true Ameriery direction, to detect the lurking Indian, with his tomahawk, bow and arrow. Good heavens ! what an enterprise! how full of the most fearful perils! and yet how entirely profitless to the daring men who personally undertook and achiev ed it! Through what a series of the most spiritchilling hardships had they to toil! How often did they cast their eyes to England in vain! and with what delusive hopes, day after day, did the little, famished crew strain their sight to catch the white sail of comfort and relief! But day after day, the sun set, and darkness covered the earth; but no sail of comfort or relief came. How often in the pangs of hunger, sickness, solitude propriately appended to this article:and disconsolation, did they think of London; her shops, her markets groaning under the weight of plenty; her streets swarming with gilded coaches, bustling hacks, with crowds of lords, dukes and commons, with healthy, busy, contented faces of every description; and among them. none more healthy or more contented, than those of their ungrateful and improvident directors! But now-where are they, all? The little, famished colony which landed here, and the manycoloured crowd of London-where are they, my dear S.....? Gone, where there is no distinction; consigned to the common earth. Another generation succeeded them: which, just as busy and as bustling as that which fell before it, has sunk down into the same nothingness. Another and yet another billow has rolled on, each emulating its predecessor in height; towering for its moment, and curling its foaming honors to the clouds; then roaring, breaking, and perishing on the same shore. "Is it not strange, that, familiarly and universally as these things are known, yet each generation is as eager in the pursuit of its earthly objects, projects its plans on a scale as extensive and as laborious in their execution, with a spirit as ardent and unrelaxing, as if this life and this world were to last for ever? It is, indeed, a most benevolent interposition of Providence, that these palpable and just views of the vanity of human life are not permitted entirely to crush the spirits, and unnerve the arm of industry. But at the same time, methinks, it would be wise in man to permit them to have, at least, so much weight with him, as to prevent his total absorption by the things of this earth, and to point some of his thoughts and his exertions, to a system of being, far more permanent, exalted and happy. Think not this reflection too solemn. It is irresistibly inspired by the objects around me; and, as rarely as it occurs, (much too rarely) it is most certainly and solemnly true, my S It is curious to reflect, what a nation, in the course of two hundred years, has sprung up and flourished from the feeble, sickly germe which was planted here! Little did our short-sighted court suspect the conflict which she was preparing for herself; the convulsive throe by which her infant colony would in a few years burst from her, and start into a political importance that would astonish the earth." OLD cradle of an infant world, Her gallant wing and soared away. What solemn recollections throng, As wandering themes old stones among, And see the shadows of the dead flit round, The wonder of an age combined In one short moment memory supplies, As time's dark curtains rise. The volume of a hundred buried years, I hear the angry ocean rave, I see a train of exiles stand The daring pioneers of fate, I see the gloomy Indian range I see the haughty warrior gaze A moment, and the pageant's gone; And the proud wood king, who their arts disdained, |