So just stopping to take a lusty dinner, and bracing to his side his junk bottle, vrell charged with heart iuspuing Hollands, he issued jollily from the city gate that looked out upon what is at prese-.t called Broadway; sounding as usual a farewell strain, that rung in spriglitly echoes through the winding streets of New Amsterdam. Alas ! never more were they to be gladdened by the melody of their favorite trumpeter I It was a dark and stormy night when the good Anthony at the famous creek (sagely denominated Harlem river) which separates the island of Slauna-hata frum t!ic main land. The wind was high, the elements were in an uproar, and no Charon could be found to ferry the adventurous sounder of brass across the water.

"For a short time he vapoured like au impatient ghost upon the brink; and then, bethinking himself of tlie urgency of his errand, took a hearty embrace of his stone buttle, swore most valorously that h.e would swim across, 'en spyt den duyvtl' (in spite of the devil !) and daringly plunged into the stream. Luckless Anthony! scarce had he buffeted half way over, when he was observed to struggle violently, as if battling with the spirit of the waters; instinctively he put hi-^ trumpet to his mouth, and giving a vehement blast, sunk forever to the bottom !

"The potent clangour of his trumpet-- like the ivory horn of the renowned Paladin Orlando, when expiring in the glorious field of Roncesvalles-- rung far and wide through the country, alarming the neighbours around, who hurried in amazement to the spot. Here an old Dutch burgher, famed for his veracity. and who had been a witness of the fact, related to them the melancholy affah: ; with the fearful addition, (to which I am slow in giving belief,) that he saw the duyvel, in the shape of a huge moss-bonker, seize the sturdy Anthony by the leg, and drag him beneath the waves.