How different he was from the brisk, dapper, self-sufficient little apostle who cantered up to the Judge's door a day or two after ; who was so full of himself that he had no thought to bestow on our religious delinquencies : who did nothing but boast of his public trials of skill in argument with rival preachers of ot her denominations, and how he had driven them off the field and crowed over them. You must remember the bustling, self-confident little man with a tin trumpet iu the handle of his riding-whip, with which I presume he blew the trumpet in Zion.

Do you remember our fishing expedition in company with Congressman Van Allen to the little lake a few miles from Kinderhook, and John Moore, the vagabond admiral of the lake, who sat couched in a heap in the middle of his canoe in the centre of the water, with fishing-rods stretched out in every direction, like the long legs of a spider ; and do you remember our piratical prank, when we made up for our bad luck in fishing by plundering his canoe of its fish wheu we found it adrift ? And do you remember how John Moore came splashing along the marsh, on the opposite border of the lake, roaring at us ; and how we finished our frolic by driving off and leaving the Congressman to John Moore's mercy, tickling ourselves with the idea of his being scalped, at least ? Oh, wella-day, friend Merwin ; these were the days of our youth and folly ; I trust we have grown.wiscr and better since then ; we certainly have grown older. I don't think we could rob John Moore's fishing canoe now. By the way, that same John Moore, and the anecdote you told of him, gave me the idea of a vagabond character -- Dirk Schuyler, in my Knickerbocker history of New York, which I was then writing.