ing farmers swift closing on their rear, followed their steps with death, while the British as fast as they could load, wheeling on their pursuers, returned the deadly platoons. Like some tremendous whirlwind, whose roaring sweep all at once darkens the day, riding the air in tempest, so sudden and terribie, amid clouds of dust and smoke and flame, the flight of Britain's warriors thundered along the road. But their flight was not in safety. very step of their retreat was stained with trickiing crimson-every hedge or fence, by which they passed, took large toll of hostile carcases."

For more of the Ossian style, the reader may examine the ollowing extract from pages 96, 7.

"High in air the encountering banners blazed! There bold-waving the lion-painted-standard of Britain, and here the streaming pride of Columbia's lovely stripes, while thick below ten thousand eager warriors closed the darkening files all bristled steel. No firing is heard; but shrill and terrible from rank to rank resounds the clash of bayonets, frequent and sad the groans of the dying. Pairs on pairs, Britons and Americans, each with his bayonet in his brother's breast, fall forward together, faint shrieking in death, and mingle their smoking blood.

"Many were the widows, and many the orphans that were made that day. Long did the daughters of Columbia mourn their fallen brothers! and often did the lovely maids of Caledonia roll their soft blue eyes of sorrow along the sky-bound sea to meet the sails of their returning lovers.

"But, alas! their lovers shall return no more. Far distant on the banks of the roaring Hudson they lie, pale and helpless on the fields of death. Glassy now and dim are those eyes, which once beamed with friendship, or which flamed in war. Their last thoughts are towards the maids of their love; and the big tear glistens in their eye as they heave the parting groan.

"Then was seen the faded form of Ocean's queen, far-famed Britannia, sitting alone and tearful on her western cliffs. With downcast looks her faithful lion lay roaring at her feet; while torn and scattered on the rock, were seen her many trophies of ancient fame. Silent, in dishevelled locks, the goddess sat, absorbed in grief, when the gale of the west came blackening along the wave, laden with the roar of the mur

derous battle. At once she rose-a livid horror spread her cheeks-distraction glared in her eye-balls, hard strained towards the place whence came the groans of her children! the groans of her children fast sinking in a distant land—thrice she essayed to curse the destroyers of her race; but, thrice she remembered that they too were her sons. Then wildshricking with a mother's anguish, she rent the air with her cries, and the hated name of North resounded through all her caves."

The author often descends to a more quaint and sarcastick manner, at times describing events of great consequence in 'the language of trivial buffoonery; at others exalting very insignificant incidents, by a strain of pompous solemnity. Some, of these efforts are played off to great effect.

"Colonel Ferguson and his men were supposed by the British to be the most exquisite marksmen alive, and indeed to hear their bravadoes, one would suppose, that give them but guns of a proper calibre, they would think it a light affair to snuff the moon or drive the centre of the fixed stars. But, the American rifle-boys soon let them into a truer way of thinking; for in a few rounds they pinked the brave colonel, and put 300 of his exquisite marksmen asleep, which struck such a wholesome panick into the survivors, that they threw down their shooting-irons, and, like thrifty gentlemen, called out right lustily for quarters." Page 108.

In page 35, the breaking out of the French war, and the arrival of the news in England, with the commotions excited there in consequence, do vast credit to the author's inventive powers.

"Swift as the broad-winged packets could fly across the deep, the news was carried to England. Its effect there was like that of a stone rudely hurled against a nest of hornets. Instantly, from centre to circumference, all is rage and bustle-the hive resounds with the maddening insects; darktumbling from their cells, they spread the hasty wing, and shrill whizzing through the air, they rush to find the foe. Just so in the sea-ruling island, from queen's-house to ale-house, from king to cockney, all were fierce for fight. Even the red

nosed porters, where they met, bending under their burdens, would stop full butt in the streets to talk of England's wrongs; and as they talked, their fiery snouts were seen to grow more fiery still, and more deformed, then throwing their packs to the ground, and leaping into the attitude of boxers, with sturdy arms across, and rough black jaws stretched out, they bend forward to the fancied fight! the frog-eating foe, in shirtless ruffles and long lank queue, seems to give ground! then rising in their might, with fire-striking eyes they press hard upon him, and coming in hand and foot, with kick and cuff, and many a hearty curse, they shew the giggling crowd, how, damn'em! they would thump the French.

"The news was brought to Britain's king, just as he had dispatched his pudding, and sat right royally amusing himself with a slice of Gloucester and a nip of ale. From the lips of the king down fell the luckless cheese, alas! not graced to comfort the stomach of the Lord's anointed; while crowned with snowy foam, his nut brown ale stood untasted by his plate. Suddenly as he heard the news, the monarch darkened in his place and answering darkness shrouded all his court !

"In silence he rolled his eyes of fire on the floor, and twirled his terrible thumbs! his pages shrunk from his presence: for who could stand before the king of thundering ships, when wrath in gleams of lightning flashed from his dark red eyes? Starting at length, as from a trance, he swallowed his ale, then clenching his fist, he gave the table a tremendous knock and cursed the wooden shoed nation by his God!”

As a specimen of the scale on which the similies and metaphors of the book are conducted, it is only necessary to ex

tract one.

"As when a mammoth suddenly dashes in among a thou. sand buffaloes, feeding at large on the vast plains of the Missouri; all at once the innumerous herd, with wildly-rolling eyes and hideous bellowings, break forth into flight, while close at their heels the roaring monster follows-earth trembles as they fly. Such was the noise in the case of Tarleton, when the swords of Washington's cavalry pursued his troops from Cow-pens famous field. It was like a peal of thunder, loud-roaring at first, but gradually dying on the ear as it rolls away along the distant'air." Page 112.

Throughout the book, considerable use is occasionally made of dialogue, the author conceiving it more interesting to give us the sentiments of the actors from their own mouths, than simply to state them in the third person. To make this plan more complete, his language is adapted to the character and brogue of the speaker; accordingly we find children and noblemen; negroes, Scotchmen and Hessians, each retailing his own peculiar dialect.

"Now Christ save my saoul but ye're a braw lad, and gin ye play your cards weel, my boy, ye shall have nae cause to rue your bargain." Page 30.

"Vat! eat Hessian man up like vun hock! Oh mine Got and Vader! vot peoples ever bin heard of eat christian man before? Vy shure des Mericans mush be de deble." Page 83.

We have questioned whether the book before us may not be termed a novel founded on fact. Second thoughts would induce us to style it rather an epick poem; for, besides its figures, characters, battles and episodes, it is duly provided with a suitable quantity of preternatural machinery. The exploits and future greatness of Washington are early foretold by a wonderful dream, two pages in length, which happened to his mother while he was a boy. Again, after his death, he is borne on angel's wings to the skies, and is met outside the gates of heaven by the shades of the several worthies who fell during the revolution. The personified Brittania has already made her appearance.

The sale of nine editions of this work, is a pledge of its popularity. This run it can have obtained, we think, only as a school book, in which sphere it is best calculated to move.

INTELLIGENCE.

UPON THE CULTURE OF HEMP.

From the Treatise of Mons. du Hamel du Monceau.

TRANSLATED FOR THE ANTHOLOGY.

(Concluded from page 358).

TOWARDS the beginning of August, the stalks which de not bear seed, and which are improperly called female hemp, but which I call male, begin to turn yellow at the top, and white at the bottom, which indicates them fit to be pulled. At this time, women enter the field and pull up all the male stalks, of which they make bundles and arrange them on the borders of the field, taking care not to injure the female stalk which must remain unpulled sometime longer to bring to maturity its seed.

Before the male hemp is gathered, some persons sow turnip seed, which buries itself in the holes from which the stalks were extracted, and in those made by the footsteps of the persons employed therein. Turnip seed is also sown when the female stalks are gathered, in order to have two crops; but this part of husbandry, not belonging to our subject, we dismiss it.

It has been already observed, that the male hemp was bundled up after being gathered. In doing this, they put stalks of a like length together and place the roots even. Each bundle is tied with a hemp stalk.

They are then exposed to the sun to dry the leaves and flowers, and when well dried, each bundle is beaten against the trunk of a tree or against a wall, and they then attach together several bundles, and make one sufficiently large to carry to the Routoir.

The place called the Routoir, in which the process of rotting is performed, is a ditch of from eighteen to twenty-four feet long, from twelve to eighteen feet broad, and from three to four feet deep, filled with water. This is often supplied by a spring, which after filling, the routoir is let off through a channel prepared for it. Some routoirs are only a ditch made on the border of a river; some, even in contempt of the laws,