late Joseph Gibbons, formerly of Georgia, then of New Jersey, and proprietor of another ferry from Elizabeth-town to New York, which had been rendered worthless, from his inability to compete with that which enjoyed the privilege of running steamboats under a license from the New York monopolists. Mr. Gibbons was a lawyer and a capitalist, and was, moreover, distinguished by certain personal characteristics, which rendered him altogether as fit an antagonist as could have been raised up to encounter single-handed the combined forces of Messrs. Livingston and Fulton, their associates, assigns, and licentiates. As a lawyer, he was of opinion that the monopoly was unconstitutional; as a capitalist, he was enabled to engage and persevere in an expensive and tedious litigation; and as a man, he was neither to be conciliated nor intimidated. He rejected all overtures to a treaty of peace and partition; and being confirmed in his opinions, and encouraged by the counsel he consulted, he resolved to run a steamboat on his ferry, in defiance of the monopoly. Upon her seizure, he contested its validity through the State Courts, and up to the Supreme National Tribunal, where alone the controversy could be finally settled, and there it was put to rest, by a decision in his favor.
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EULALIE.— A SONG.
BY EDGAR A. POE.
I dwelt alone
In a world of moan,
And my soul was a stagnant tide,
Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride—
Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride.
Ah, less—less bright
The stars of the night
Than the eyes of the radiant girl,
And never a flake
That the vapor can make
With the morn-tints of purple and pearl,
Can vie with the modest Eulalie's most unregarded curl—
Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's most humble and careless curl.
Now Doubt—now Pain
Come never again,
For her soul gives me sigh for sigh,
While all day long
Shines, bright and strong,
Astarté within the sky,
And ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye—
And ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.
