national dances for her: after which they pleased, that she will probably revisit a diswould throw themselves down for the night trict from which she has brought away many upon sheepskins before the fire, furnishing agreeable associations, and a wonderful little subjects for many picturesque corquis. As Skye-terrier, named "Wasp," of the purest the posada was a police station, established breed, and remarkably intelligent, which she there as a terror to smugglers, the little party holds in great affection, and for whose benefit felt perfectly safe, notwithstanding its loneli- she has learned several English phrases, to which "Wasp" responds with appreciative

ness.

With her Scotch tour Rosa was so much and grateful waggings of the tail.

TREASON OF GEN. LEE.-The New York Historical Society held its last meeting for the season at the rooms of the association, at the corner of Eleventh street and Second avenue. After transacting some preliminary business, the President introduced Mr. George H. Moore, the Librarian, who read an essay upon the Life and Character of General Charles Lee. This noted character in our revolutionary annals was described as a soldier of fortune, destitute of love of country, vain and egotistical, impatient of control, and a traitor to the American cause. General Lee was born in Great Britain, but he could obtain no promotion cqual to his ambi- A manuscript copy of this plan, in Lee's tion in the British Service, and having made hand-writing, (one of Norton's autographic imthe acquaintance of Count Stanislaus Poniatow-portations,) was here exhibited. It was found ski, he entered his service shortly after his accession to the throne of Poland, receiving the commission of Major General in 1768. He became disgusted with the service and returned to England, where in 1772 some one ascribed to him the authorship of the Letters of Junius, a reputation which he was vain and untruthful enough not to disown.

| garding him as the strongest officer of the American cause, were elated at his capture, and favored the idea of punishing him as a traitor. But while in captivity, he employed himself in preparing a plan of accommodation between the colonists and the mother country, and communicated to Lord Howe the most feasible method of subjugating the states. It was to occupy the Chesapeake, conquer Pennsylvania and dissolve Congress, while Carleton should hold New England in awe and an invading army should pass from Canada southward, effecting the overthrow of the province of New York.

Lee came to America in 1774, and purchased an estate in Berkely county, Virginia, where he became intimate with General (then Colonel) Horatio Gates. He early professed to sympathize with the patriots, and anticipated the supreme command of the continental army. This ambition was frustrated by the election of Washington, whose talents and military skill he constantly disparaged. In June 18, 1776, he was appointed Second Major-General, but before he would accept required Congress to pledge his indemnification for any losses which he might suffer. Renouncing his half-pay as a British of ficer, he then entered the American service. He was noted for great slowness in obeying orders from General Washington, and had a party in Congress that aimed at his elevation to the supremacy. He continually promulgated the opinion in speech and in secret correspondence with his brother officers, that the indecision of the Commander-in-Chief had led to the disastrous loss of Fort Washington and the other misfortunes of the American cause, and that all would be lost unless some one else had control of the forces.

recently in England among the papers of Lord and General William Howe, and endorsed with the name of that British General's Secretary, as "Gen. Lee's plan." It furnished incontestable proof of Lee's treason.

Gen. Lee died in 1782. His conduct at Monmouth and disrespect to Washington, had consigned him to disgrace, but his early services to the revolutionary cause secured for his memory the pitying silence, though not the respect of his military contemporaries.

Mr. Moore's paper occupied an hour and a half in delivery, and was crammed with the valuable results of original investigations. Many of the documents which he read had never been published, and threw a new and unexpected light on a very interesting episode of the revolution.

The large and distinguished audience present, warmly ratified the eloquent compliments and resolutions offered by Professor G. W. Greene at the close. Professor Greene justly said that Mr. Moore's paper was a signal instance of the importance of studying history in documents-in the original packages-and not alone in the elaborate narrative of the theorizing historian. N. Y. Evening Post, 23 June.

CHARITABLE BEQUESTS.-What are called post-mortuary charities cannot be classed among the things done in the body, to which the apostle refers. If there is any merit in the deed, it beLee was finally taken prisoner at Bealstown, longs not to us, who, in reality, do it not; nor in New Jersey, displaying on the occasion the to our executors, or our children, who are utmost poltroonery. The British ministry, re-obliged to do it.

From Household Words.

TOO WEAK FOR THE PLACE. THE boy was never strong enough for the place. His age must have been about fourteen when he went there. He was inclined to be spiderish about the legs, and his memory was weaker than his body.

drink, which they called for, and which was supplied to them with electric rapidity, was something wonderful; while their combinations of eatables were remarkable for ingenuity, and originality.

The boy's employment at this period of the day was to attend to the sliding shelves which His parent (a mother, his father being descended from the tavern floor to the kitchdead) had asked him several times what he en, filled with empty plates, and which aswould like to be? She might also have cended from the kitchen to the tavern floor asked him what he would like to do and to re-filled with the various eatables. He had suffer? What could he say? They were another and a more onerous duty to perform, poor, and he could not be apprenticed to any his ear was made the responsible repository trade; and yet it was necessary that he of the crowd of motley orders which raced should go to work. He made several in- with fearful rapidity down a speaking tube. quiries about employment, without success, There was no time for thought, no time for and in an evil moment he saw a bill stuck up repose. The powerful lungs of the master in the window .of a city tavern, "A strong, of the establishment were incessantly in acsharp, active lad wanted." He did not quite tion, giving out the mandates for endless come up to the description, but he thought | food, in a bullying tone, that he imagined to he would try. He was always a willing boy. be absolutely necessary to command attenThey engaged him upon trial at a few shillings a week, much to the delight of himself and his mother.

tion. He was a bully by nature, this tavernkeeper. Stout, beetle-browed, and perspiring. Paid his way, and did not care for brewer or distiller. Why should he care for cooks, scullions, and stout, active boys?

He began work on a Monday at seven in the morning; his duty being to assist in preparing the kitchen for the business of the At twelve o'clock mid-day this stern, wellday. It was a busy place that tavern-a to-do, determined tradesman took up his porushing, tumbling, bawling, maddening, busy sition ready for any thing. Orders were place between the hours of twelve and four. shouted down the tube to be in readiness. Every man in the City of London seemed to He felt like a General directing an army. run in there for luncheon, and to have no At the turn of the hour, the avalanche of time to eat it in. Digestion and the nour- hunger came down upon the devoted buildishment of the human body, were seemingly ing. Clerks, merchants, stockbrokers-no considered to be things of very minor impor- matter what their relative stations-small tance by the side of office appointments, balance at bankers, large balance, or no baltransactions, operations, and the saving of a ance-met in the temple of refreshment as few minutes of time. The marvel is, why on common ground, for the general craving they came in at all-why they did not hurry for nourishment had made equals of them along the streets, cramming pieces of bread all. It is a warm day, and the occasion of into their mouths by the way, and washing the opening of a new Corn Exchange. Woe them down by drinking from a flask con- upon the luckless boy in the kitchen below. structed like a pocket-book. But no, they The tempest began with a rump-steak pudwanted something, and they came into the ding, rump-steak pudding and French beans. tavern to get it. When there, their individ- Large plate of lamb and new potatoes; small ual tastes were as various as the cut of their plate and old potatoes; large plate again, coats, or the pattern of their waistcoats. If and no potatoes-cauliflowers instead. Exthey had all been content to feed out of a tra beans for the rump-steak pudding. Now, huge bowl, and drink out of a huge mug, the the steam is up, and cooks, scullions, and kitchen of the tavern-notwithstanding its stout, active boy are in fearful agitation, like large fire in the heat of summer-would the cranks and wheels of a large engine, have been more like Paradise, instead of its working to the top of their bent. Stern, antipodes. But the variety of food and perspiring, excited tradesman bawls down

the pipe, and demands that his words shall
be repeated, to make sure that the order is
clearly understood.
"One sausage!"

orders, anxious glances at the clock, goading of excited perspiring tradesman, who adds fifty per centum to the goading, and shouts it down the pipe. The storm increases; the call for food becomes louder: the varieties are not distinctly marked. Names of meat and vegetables, fish, flesh, and fowl, pastry and salad, are mixed up together in hopeless confusion. The machinery is going wrong. Once the shelves come up with nothing on them, to be hurled down indignantly by stern proprietor. Again they rise to the surface with every thing out of order-potatoes

A feeble echo of sausage comes from the depths of the kitchen up the tube. Again the boy repeats the word to the man presiding over the gridiron : a glowing, dancing being, who with a long toasting-fork, keeps pricking, goading, and turning small steaks, lamb chops, mutton chops, kidneys, and sausages-about sixty in number, all frizzling together over the same fire. An incessant rumble is caused by the sliding shelves going standing in the midst of raspberry tart, and up and down.

gooseberry pudding put in a butter-boat.

position, while the bursting proprietor rushes round to the kitchen to see what is the matter. Once more the shelves go down; once more they come up, containing a scrubbingbrush, and one pickled onion! The storm of indignation from hungry customers is overwhelming.

"Roast veal and ham; gooseberry tart; | A barman is ordered to take charge of the small plate of cold beef and horseradish; a roast fowl; large plate of boiled mutton, no caper sauce; rhubarb tart; extra cauliflower; large plate of roast beef, well done; small plate of roast mutton, underdone, greens, and new potatoes; small plate of veal, no ham; currant and raspberry tart; two rump-steak puddings; lamb chop and cauliflower; extra potatoes, new; mutton chop; large steak and greens; small plate of roast fowl; basin of oxtail; extra greens; two sausages; small of boiled mutton and new; kidney; four The proprietor goes down. He finds the rhubarb puddings; now then, that roast kitchen a wreck. The dancing maniac at fowl; small steak instead of oxtail; boiled the gridiron has fled with two scullions to mutton, lean; extra greens; summer cab-enlist in the army.

Again the stentorian landlord nearly splits the pipe with reiterated orders, sent down in a whirlwind of rage. A sound of faint, weak, imbecile singing is heard below.

bage instead of cauliflower with that lamb" Mon Dieu! the very cook is fast asleep, chop."

One after the other, these orders pour down the pipe, coming up executed in half dozens on the shelves. Perfect Babel and pantomimic madness below-fully equalled by the Babel and pantomimic madness above. No one would suppose eating capable of developing the latent talent for sleight of hand which seems to exist amongst the frequenters of this temple of refreshment. No one would suppose that much benefit could be derived from a luncheon or dinner taken in a crowd such as assembles at the pit door of a theatre, when free admission is given by order of Government on a great public holiday. All standing up-reaching over each others' heads-eating on the corners of counterstops of casks-balancing plates in one hand, while carving with the other-hustling and jostling-ten times worse than a large rout in a small house in May Fair. Shouting of

And all that bullock's heart is baking still!" The artist of the establishment is lying supinely on his back at an open window. The boy-the stout, active lad-has given way under the pressure; his mind is a blank; he sits at his post, but he is an idiot!

City men are eccentric, and very exacting where labor is concerned; but they are kind, humane, and generous, notwithstanding. They felt that they were responsible for this sad state of things underground. A subscription was raised. The boy wanted repose (the cook had already taken it). He was removed to a lonely fisherman's hut on the Essex coast, far from the sound of every thing, except the sailor's song upon the river, and the washing of the water in amongst the sedges on the bank. His mind sometimes wanders, and his tongue babbles of strange and unknown dishes; but he is progressing favorably.

No. 741.-7 August 1858.—Enlarged Series, No. 19.

POETRY.-Music of Labor, 402. The Unknown Grave, 402. A Still Noontide, 402

SHORT ARTICLES.-What the Brain is like, 447, Rachel and the Marsellaise, 447. Tomb of Napoleon, 447. Diggings in Australia, 463. Two French Kings, 463.

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