daughters to enjoy the company, the dances, concerts and diverſions of the place, that they travelled day and night without ſtopping to repoſe. It ſo happened that they entered the Giant-mountains juſt at the edge of night. It was one of thoſe ſerene ſummer evenings when not a breath of air is ſtirring; the nocturnal ſky was thick beſet with ſparkling ſpars; the bright creſcent, whoſe milky light relieved the ſwarthy ſhades of the lofty pines, and a thouſand phoſphoreſcent inſects that ſported among the buſhes, conſpired, like ſo many moving ſparks of fire, to illuminate one of the ſofteſt ſcenes of nature, though the company in the coach enjoyed it but faintly;—for the eaſy motion of the carriage, as it went ſteadily up hill, had lulled mama into a gentle ſlumber; and the daughters, as well as Mrs. Abigail, had each ſqueezed into a corner, and were likewiſe dozing. But the wakeful John, who was mounted upon the lofty watch-tower of the coach-box, felt no inclination to ſleep: all the