ty of Mr. CHARLES GRAVES. On this place, there was formerly an extensive Pottery for the manufacture of tile, &c. The landing at Red Bank is a public one.

The character of the river has changed within the last two or three miles-no longer like a bridegroom from his chamber, rejoicing to run his course, it flows along; but it treads its way stealthily as it were, like a wounded snake, tortuous for many miles, meandering through the thick marsh, whilst as far as the eye can reach, the back ground is covered with lofty pines and cedars-the verdant growth of undisturbed centuries!

To the contemplative mind, what an instructive imagery, does such scenery as this present, of the attributes of that Almighty Being, whose word could call forth such wonderful vegetation, out of nothing!

The various windings of the river, though they may retard the progress of the traveller, sometimes afford to the speculative mind a fanciful and pleasing pastime. It is quite curious to observe the little boats at a distance, which are continually on the river, their sails only appearing, whilst their hulls are hid by the windings of the stream, moving as if on the beds of the adjacent fields.

The boat after passing within sight of the Grove, belonging to Dr. RAVENEL, touches at the "Brick Yard," which it reaches at 7 o'clock. This place was originally the property of Alfred Huger, Esq: by inheritance from his father JOHN HUGER, Esq.It was sold in 1819 by Mr. HUGER, to Mr. JOHN GORDON, who with a judicious foresight established a brick-yard on it, and thereby realized a large fortune. It is now owned by Gov. BENNETT, who, re

laxing occasionally from his weightier interests in the city, devotes a portion of his time to its management.

The "Brick Yard" may be regarded as one of the most important distributing offices for planters in the whole route up the river. More passengers get out at this point, than at any other. Gov. BENNETT, of course, leaves the boat here, with all the gentlemen who have interests in St. Thomas' Parish.

From this point we rapidly approach a succession of interesting prospects-on both sides of the river, rich and cultivated plantations meet the eye, giving life and animation to the picture. On the left is the Woodlands belonging to the estate of JOHN HARLESTON, then we pass the Hagan, the property of Major JOHN HUGER-a noble mansion and very valuable estate, containing many acres of swamp of the first quality, and a large gang of operatives. The father of Major HUGER was the wealthiest landed proprietor in this neighborhood, representing at one time all the river swamp from French Quarter Creek, on the eastern branch of Cooper River, to Gordon's Brick Yard, inclusive—something like fifteen hundred acres of river swamp.

It is not generally known, I believe, but it is a matter of tradition, that this gentleman was the first person to read the Declaration of Independence in Charleston. On the arrival of this important document in the city, such was the anxiety of the people to hear it, that Mr. HUGER, holding a high and responsible public station at that time, was prevailed upon to read it aloud for the information of the assembled multitude in the streets. This he did pro bono publico, mounted on a pump in Church-street.

French Quarter Creek derived its name from the circumstance of many Huguenot families-the DUTARTS--the LE JAUS--the GENDRONS--the HUGERS-the BONNEAUS---and the SIMONS' living in that neighborhood. The division of property, growing out of our institutions, has now divided and subdivided the immense possessions of Mr. HUGER. The Hagan, however, although only a part of the original estate, still remains in the family, being owned, as I have already said, by a son of the original proprietor.

On this place, there is a romantic spot, and a high bluff overhanging a little stream, which has been known by no other appellation for years, than that of "The Lover's Leap." As the incidents of this legend are of a domestic character, and one of the actors in the scene still living, it might perhaps not be deemed altogether delicate to expatiate upon it. We therefore, pass it over in silence.

We have now reached the T, forty miles from the city. The main body of Cooper River here divides into two branches, the eastern and western branches. The boat takes the latter branch. Immediately on turning into it, Dean Hall, the former residence of Sir JOHN NESBITT, a Scotch Baronet, but now the estate of Col. CARSON, breaks upon our view. The site this plantation occupies, is very favorable to a view from the river. It resembles a well ordered village more than that of a single plantation. The residence of the proprietor--the condition of the fields--the banks---the white and cleanly appearance of the negro houses---the mill and thrashing machine in complete order, all excite a strong feeling of admira

tion, and stamp at once the proprietor as an experienced and skilful planter.

city of Bonn, "voila Now every one famicountry, must know

It is recorded of a certain French Lady, that she exclaimed, on first visiting the Bonn! c'est une petite perle." liar with the character of our there is about Dean Hall no pictorial beauties, no scenery so magnificent, as to elicit so elegant an expression as this, from the lips of a stranger---but Dean Hall has a nobler and more enduring monument to boast of than the elegant compliment paid to Bonn. It is the place visited recently by a distinguished nobleman, who after scrutinizing, as was his wont, with an inquisitive eye, all things appertaining to the habits, food, clothing and treatment of the slaves, voluntarily tendered this honest conviction of his heart, "It is impossible," he said, "for me an Englishman to say I am a convert to your institutions, but I candidly confess, from all I have seen," my prejudices have been entirely eradicated."

On the opposite side of the river, and within sight of Dean Hall, are Fish Pond and Comingtee. The former, belonging to JOHN HENRY INGRAHAM, is comparatively a recent purchase from Mr. EDWARD HARLESTON; whilst the latter, the property of Mr. K. S. BALL, has never been out of the Ball family, the great grand father of the present proprieter having been born there in 1709.

Adjoining Coningtee is Rice Hope, the property of the venerable READ, one of the few surviving heroes of the Revolution. Full of years and full of honors,

pursuing the even tenor of his way, holding sovereign sway over troups of admiring friends-his gentle nature, the crown-the service he has done the State, the sceptre, by which he governs the affections of all around him.

Within a quarter of a mile of Dr. READ's landing, is Strawberry Ferry, or as it is generally laid down in the old maps Childsbury, deriving its name from Mr. CHILDS, a respectable inhabitant of the Parish, who laid out a town in its vicinity. One square he gave for a College, another lot for a free school and a house for the master, and an acre and a half of land for a place of worship, with a burial ground attached. Mr. CHILDS, at his death, having left several legacies to promote his wishes, and carry out his views, with an additional subscription from the Parishioners, a very neat brick Chapel was in due time erected, and a free school established. The former still remains to cheer the weary and the heavy laden; the latter has shared the fate of all sublunary things, and has crumbled into dust.

Beneath the giant Oaks that shade with their majestic wings the Strawberry burial ground, repose the ancestors of many of those, who own property in the Parish. In ruminating the other day over their graves, after a trip of only four hours from the city, I could not help asking myself, what would our forefathers think, if they could see, that, within a few years of their time, the genius of man has gained such a mastery over the elements, as to enable us to accomplish a journey in a few hours, which, in their day, was not only an event in a man's life, but a matter that was to be talked of long before hand, and re