THE MEN.


 "'T is life, whereof our nerves are scant,
 0 life, not death, for which we pant;
 More life, and fuller, that I want." -


FLOATING noiselessly through this inverted
 heaven, this absolute stillness and- grave
reserve of Nature, it seems part of it all to come
upon a Cracker, fishing from a dugout which
is anchored under, a dead cypress. His motion-
less face shows an. indifference to life his own
or other men's -as profound as that of the
tree at his side. There is a woman with him
in the water-logged and decaying boat, and
both have a look of permanence about them, -
of having been here, beneath the moss of the
great tree, always. One cannot think of them
anywhere else; they are part of the landscape.
 If the .author of "Plain and Eafy Direc-
tions to Navigators, with account of the Two
Floridas and the Dangerous Gulph Paffage,"